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. . . but here we go.

 

I will admit, I’m not ready for this. I’ve re-read my baby manuals and I can’t find the chapter on “Dungeons and Dragons, cologne, and some 16 year old tart thinks your kid is SEXY.”

How do you make them stop growing? I don’t mean the constant, “Mom, my pants are too short” growing or the, “Mom, I’m HUNGRY” growing. I mean the, “Hey mom, I need mouthwash” growing. 

No, no you don’t need mouthwash.

And you don’t need cologne either. I’ll concede the deodorant, kid. But that’s as far as I’m going. 

Boy Wonder: “But MOM! I want cologne.”

Me: “Do you even know what cologne is for?”

Boy Wonder: “It makes you smell good.”

Me: “No!  And you may not wear cologne if you don’t know what it’s for. Go ask your father what cologne is for. . .”

Much stomping up stairs and down stairs. . . 

Boy Wonder: “See, I told you! He says it’s to make you smell good.”  

Me: “Go tell your father he’s not allowed to wear it either!”

I’ll tell you why teenage year old boys wear  cologne, and it’s not to smell good. Not exactly. It’s so that GIRLS will notice they smell good. And his father should have known that as he was the best smelling teenage boy I ever knew. 

Where was I? Oh yea, I’m not ready for this. 

My BABY came home from his first big kid event last week ( a marathon Dungeons and Dragons game. He had been invited by the slightly older crowd and being the youngest player was a big deal.) all a twitter and a glow. Asking for deodorant, cologne, and informing me that some tart girl thought he was cute.  

Boy Wonder: “Mom! Am I ever glad that you made me really wash my hair yesterday.”

Me: (stopping for a moment to gloat and not realizing what I was walking into.) “Yeah, see, I told you!”

Boy Wonder: “Yeah! Some girl ran her fingers through my hair and told me that she thinks I’m SEXY.”

Me: “WHAT? Wait, wait, wait. What girl, running her hands through,  what?”

Boy Wonder: “MOM! She’s like, sixteen. She thinks I’m a cute kid. She’s not my age or anything.”

Me: (climbing the stairs to his father’s office) “Yeah, well, ‘SEXY’ isn’t a word I want applied to my 12 year old.”

At this point his father, who doesn’t know what cologne is for, is snorting laughter in his office.

Me: “What are you laughing at, buster?”

Seriously, am I the only adult in this house?

I didn’t tell him to wash his hair so some girl would run her hands through it. I told him to wash his hair because it was filthy. These little moments of parenting can have unintended consequences, my friends. You think you’re just doing your job by insisting on good hygiene and teenage girl reinforces your point and simultaneously doubles your water bill.  And I certainly didn’t agree that he could go hang out and play the ultimate geekville game for him to come home asking for cologne. 

Boy Wonder: “So, can I have some cologne?”

Me: “No. But let’s talk when you’re 13.”

I’m still not ready for this. But I’ve bought myself 4 months. And who knows, maybe I’ll get lucky and he’ll forget.