If mom’s the real thing, I say “Hooray for her, and what took you so long?” This kid didn’t just get this bad overnight. Nobody expects a 13-year-old to be perfect, but this one sounds like a little monster in the making to me.
Throughout my childhood and adolescence, my father had the habit of emptying the change out of his pockets into an ashtray at the end of the day. To me, that fistful of quarters, nickels and dimes looked like a virtual goldmine, but I knew better than to touch a penny of it. It wasn’t mine. Period. If I had needed it, and I asked for it, I most certainly would have gotten it, but it was not up to me to help myself. That doesn’t make my father a miser, a prude or an authoritarian monster with control issues. It just makes him a man who assumed that he had the right to leave his own possessions in his own home with his own children without having to lock them away for fear of having them swiped by a greedy kid with no respect for other people’s things.
I suspect the kid in the OP would have howled in outrage if, say, his mother had rifled through his sock drawer while he was at school and used his birthday money stash to buy something for herself. I would regard that as being no different from what the kid did. It’s amazing how strong a sense of property rights kids have when it is their property at stake.
Also, I seriously doubt that the kid in the OP thought that the fact that beer and champagne were in the fridge put them in the same category as a frosty glass of Sunny Delight.
As far as the trumpet goes, I’m a little ambivalent. Yes, the kid broke it. Yes, he should never have messed with the damned thing. Yes, he tried to cover up his actions, which is wrong, but hardly an unusual thing for a kid to do. One could even argue that the trumpet had probably been around the house for awhile, and the kid saw it as just another household object, not one that needed to be treated as a salable commodity or a piece of personal (as opposed to communal) property. As a lifelong klutz who has been responsible for accidentally breaking more than one thing that my mother valued, I can’t get too crazy about a kid breaking something, depending on the circumstances. But, frankly, I assume that it would take more than just blowing on the mouthpiece to do the kind of damage that the mother describes.
If it weren’t for the totality of the circumstances, I wouldn’t necessarily advocate including the trumpet in the calculation of fuckups that needed redress. But all in all, I think this kid shows a pattern of disregard for his parents that needs to be addressed in a BIG way. He wasn’t where he was supposed to be when his mother came to get him (which would send a lot of mothers into paroxysms of anxiety). He brought a stranger home without permission. He drank, he stole and he lied. I think mom should have sold the games, too; not as a way of balancing out the account books financially, but as a way of showing the kid that some things just don’t fly. If that makes me some kind of Momzilla wannabe, so be it.
For those who think the mother overreacted, I hope you won’t be too surprised if the day comes when you find that your kid charged himself a few things on your credit card because you left it lying around the house.