Thursday, July 19, 2012

My Son, The ‘Play Boy’

I’m sending the sheared crusts of Excitable’s peanut-butter-on-sourdough sandwich swirling down the disposal when the boy himself bounds into the kitchen. He speaks with an uncharacteristic early-morning verve as I tie the handles of the plastic bag bearing his name, underlined and in bold black letters.

bikini model playing cards“At camp yesterday, we were playing card games and a boy named RJ brought out a deck from Canada,” he says, “and on each one …”

“Is the word, ‘Eh?’”

“No!” his enthusiasm undampened by my interruption. “On each card was a bikini model!”

“Oh.”

“Yeah! But then the counselor took them away. After that, the game just wasn’t the same.”

Oy.

22 comments:

  1. Oy indeed. And it just devolves from there.
    Signed,
    Mother of two twenty-something boys

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  2. When you were in Vegas, did you have to tell him not to pick up any of the cards laying on the sidewalks?

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  3. After that the game never is the same...

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  4. Ye cats. Sounds like the world is about to get a lot bigger...

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  5. Well it could be worse. They could go on the internet and find...stuff. At least it was only playing cards!

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    1. The computers are armed with parental controls and tracking software. Which makes using them quite the chore for me.

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  6. Flash forward a a couple of years when said card sharks start showing up to "hang out" with the Diva.... (UGH!!)

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    1. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

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  7. I like that that you say {as|like} my friend thanks

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  8. I think we all know why the counselor took them away.

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    1. He wanted the cards for himself (wink, wink, nudge, nudge).

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  9. Its so hard to keep stuff like that from kids(at least until its age appropriate). I always jump for the remote or the radio knob when something especially unsavory comes on. My husband said to give it up because they're gonna see it any way, and it makes me look like I have a nervous disorder. Plus its obviously not working that well since my 3yo sings Im sexy and I know it in his underwear. Ah well no stopping the train once its out of the station and barreling towards adulthood :(

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  10. As a Canadian I'm sort of surprised it wasn't girls in parkas, and as a Mom of a pre-teen boy....I'm kinda freaked out! I'm sure in a similar scenario my response would be oye and head shaking.

    Raj

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