Meanie Head Teenager

Teenagers are meanie heads.

My oldest son just turned 13 a couple of weeks ago.  He is barely even a teenager, but I have decided that I am not fond of this new teenage attitude that tends to accompany teenagers and their raging hormones.

He has always been so pleasant, calm, compliant, loving, and just plain peaceful.  He has always been the peace maker between his younger brothers.

Recently, he has become snippy, moody, emotional, and seems irritated by the smallest things. 

He still has great qualities, but this sudden change in his personality is rather frustrating.  I have a feeling that this whole gang is acting much the same way.....

These are his 13 year old, hormonal, emotional buddies. 

I bet they have become meanie heads, too.

This morning, after I finished getting ready for school, I noticed Tucker was already dressed and ready.  He was sitting on the stool at our kitchen counter with his back turned to me.  He was doing something with either his cell phone or IPOD.

I came up behind him and wrapped my arms around him and kissed him on the top of the head.

Instead of reciprocating my affection, he retorted in a disgusted tone....

"What are you doing?"

As if I was violating some sort of teenage unwritten rule.

I replied....

"I am just giving you some love.  Geez."

He said,

"Well, STOP!"

What a meanie head.

Mash 'Em!!!

    The National Anthem is sung.....the cheerleaders are announced.....the coin is flipped.....the teams run through the "Victory Line"....the players take the field......they line up facing each other, with a grimmace on their face.....all eyes are ready for the kick-off....the whistle blows.....a brief moment of silence when we all seem to hold our breath before the first play.....

  .....and then the little 3 year old girl next to me starts screaming...."Mash 'em....Mash 'em....Mash 'em!"

    She didn't really know the correct word to use, but "Mash Em" is a pretty good description of what good football players do.  I rather like the words "Mash 'Em" better than "tackle". 

 I want to see my kid mash your kid flat on their back. As a Mom, I really like to hear "Tucker Heptinstall with the tackle" called out over the loud speaker, because that means he did a good job mashing another Mom's son.  Too bad for you.....your kid got MASHED!

I'm sure he was about to mash somebody.

Ok, so maybe he isn't always The Masher.  He is in 7th grade and weighs 120.  He is trying to mash the snot out of kids that are 6 ft, 250 and in the 9th grade.  Sometimes, he has to be the one to get mashed.  Sometimes, some Mom on the other side of the field is happy because my kid is lying flat of his back.  That's the way it is with this game.  Sometimes you Mash 'Em, and sometimes......you get mashed.