My teenage boys are jokers. If you follow my blog, you already know this. Having a serious conversation with then is next to impossible. There are times, it makes me want to rip my hair out.. but I have to admit that my boys are two of the funniest kids I have ever met. They make me laugh every single day. Yes.. sometimes it annoys me.. yes… sometimes I get pissed.. but mostly.. I just laugh with them.
(Sitting at the breakfast table with my oldest son, Derek, who is 17.)
Me: “What are your plans for the day, honey?”
Derek: “I was thinking it would be lovely to smoke some crack and knock up a hot chick.”
Me: “DEREK! LOL.. STOP THAT!.. BE SERIOUS FOR ONE SECOND!”
Derek: “Don’t worry, Mom. We’ll go on welfare and I’ll get a job at Taco Bell. Everything will be fine.”
Me: “LOL.. can we ever have a normal conversation that doesn’t involve smoking crack?”
Derek: “I know you worry about my education
but I’ll get a GED.. it’ll be fine, Mom. I want to make you proud. I really do!”
Me: “Tears rolling down my face! STOP IT! THAT’S NOT FUNNY.. OK.. It is funny.. but stop it.”
LATER THAT SAME DAY!
(Taking Drew to a football game.)
Me: “I need you boys to start thinking about what you might want for Christmas and give me some ideas.. ok?”
Drew: “Oh.. I already know what I want for Christmas!”
Me: (Looking at him curiously because he never knows what he wants for Christmas.)
Drew: “I want a case of PBR and a stripper”
Me: LOL “Perfect, I’ll toss a bag of weed and some Dorito’s in your stocking and we’ll call it a theme Christmas.”
Drew: “You’re the best Mom ever! I can’t wait to tell my teachers your getting me beer, naked chicks and pot for Christmas!”
Me: “DREW.. THAT’S NOT FUNNY!”
Drew: “Oh yes it is Mom..yes it is!”
Me: “Seriously.. if you say that at school … even jokingly.. a teacher might take it seriously and you could end up in a foster home.”
Drew: “Maybe they’ll have a hot daughter.”
Me: “You boys are going to be the death of me.”
Drew: “We keep trying.. you just won’t die.”
(LAUGHTER.. TEARS.. LAUGHTER.)
Drew: You know we love you, Mom… you’re just fun to pick on.
*sigh*
I love my boys!


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