We do have a real live tween in the house, far more--challenging--shall we say, than a young white ibis. Sometimes there's a fine line between arguing over something of principle and arguing over something of preference. Wearing non-wrinkled shirts that don't create the appearance you slept under a bridge, brushing your hair for the same reason and avoiding certain non-words like "oma! oma!oma!" before every sentence are just some of those parental preferences. But the scuffs over different tastes in cars is hovering on the edge.
He's fixated with souped up cars. I'm talking the
cheap hooptie mobiles with the
iridescent paint jobs and $30, 000 rims. To wind up our 4 hours in the car today, driving to and from Corkscrew Swamp Sanctuary, this conversation took place. And it's not one that's new.
- Tween: "Oma! Dude, that car is JACKED UP. Look at those RIMS."
- Husband: "When you're spending more on the rims than the car itself, you know it's not a wise choice."
- Tween: "No man, that's called being green. They're taking something really old and reusing it."
- Husband: "No, that's called being stupid."
There, there. It would seem that the tween has a point. Not that I see four expensive rims held together by crap and an engine that's ten days older than water as a Sweet 16 present or anything, but I'm happy to hear the word "green."
Something I'm saying is getting through.
2 comments:
Yes, I have also discovered that a 13-year-old boy can fit anything you have said previously into his argument to serve his purpose. It must be a God given talent.
I think there is a built in gene that kicks in during the teenage years that causes that stupidity
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