WhyNot:
Uh huh. There’s a reason teenagers drive their parents crazy - it’s nature’s way of preventing incest and making sure the fledgling leaves the nest to find his own mate, I’m sure of it!
(And I couldn’t finish watching that link, 'cause it was just way too disturbing. That’s not natural growing struggles, that’s mental illness!)
It’s almost as weird seeing his little platonic girlfriends growing up. Last summer, they all (6 of 'em, all at one campground we go to every May), suddenly showed up with boobies. I don’t know who was more disturbed - my son or me! I’ll never forget his face when he jumped out of the car after a 6 hour car ride and heard the shrill little voices of these girls he’s grown up with calling his name - only to turn around and see 12 BOOBIES! in bikini tops. Deer in headlights, man, deer in headlights. He turned away and suddenly became very preoccupied with unpacking the car and wouldn’t speak to any of them all weekend. They kept asking me what was wrong with him, and I just said, “Boobs. You got boobs. Boobs melt boy’s brain.”
Huh? Did you say something after “boobs”?
It happens every year teaching 7th Grade.
I start the year teaching children and at some point throughout the year, I look down the hall and am amazed by how they’ve grown up.
If I looked at photos from September(just 6 months ago), some of them would look completely different.
I can not wash the image from my brain - 13 year old son, and I walked into his room - NO NO NO!
He’s turned into a total idiot. He was this nice, sweet, friendly boy, and now he’s THIRTEEN.
Edited to add: Mahaloth, you’re my hero. I’d kill them all.
You just earned your place in Hell, doing that to poor WhyNot!
My old babysitter.
Jason was the classic geek kid. Short, glasses, braces he wore for years. He was a great babysitter, though, and a very nice boy. He stopped babysitting when he got a job caddying. His younger sister took over.
One day, about 3 years later, I needed to borrow some household item, so I went down to their house. Jason opened the door. I did not recognize him. He was tall, blonde, blue, blue eyes (contacts), had a swimmer’s body (he had always been a swimmer, but still!). He was at least 6 feet tall. I was stunned.