Teens

My boys are teens...at least one is and the other will be in a few months. It is so very easy to embarrass them. Some times I do, just for the fun of it and sometinmes I "cherish their emerging adulthood and respect their feelings" and other times I just don't worry about it and do what I want to do.

We were driving home last night and I let Big Guy control the music. He was listening to Beatles and I was singing along, at least for all of 10 seconds. He asked (well demanded) that I stop, because he wanted to be able to hear himself. I agreed, after all I can't carry a tune. But I was still in the mood, I needed an outlet. So I silently grooved to Eleanor Rigby. Lip syncing and one handed air guitaring (the other spent most of it's time steering). Well at least I tried. I had to stop because I was too embarrrasing, people could see me. In the car at 45 MPH.

I gave in, rather crabbily. I was just going to head bob to the music. But I gave one, exceedingly cool, sophisticated, head jiving bob and pulled a muscle in my neck.

It hurts to get old.