In Which Munchkin Is A Boy
Munchkin is eleven years old. Two more years and we will be dealing with broody and bored. And I suppose I should pick a more masculine, less baby-ish nickname for him here in the blogosphere. Suggestions placed in the box will be considered.
We’ve been lucky so far with attitude and personality. With the exception of being slightly spoiled (not quite to the rotten point), he’s a pretty good kid. He is unfortunately of the McDonald’s generation and still doesn’t quite get the idea of waiting for or working towards a goal. That is our current subject on the homefront. That and studying and reading being the tickets to getting anywhere in life.
And I suppose we need to discuss a little more about standing up to one’s friends. Munchkin spent the night with a couple of friend’s the other night. Imagine my surprise the next morning when yet another friend’s mother calls to let me know Munchkin called her house at 4:15AM. OMG was I so embarrassed. Turns out, one of the spend the nighters took Munchkin’s phone and used it to call not only the 4:15AM friend, but also a friend in Ohio. Yes, we live in Georgia. And no, we don’t have unlimited minutes on our phones. GAH!!! On top of it all, this same phone appropriater has his own cell phone, AND they were spending the night at his house. Dammit! Luckily the friend’s mother who called was not upset. She’s very sweet and understanding (with four kids of her own, she’s been through it all already). She didn’t want me to get mad at Munchkin, but thought I should know. <sigh> As for the Ohio call? Can’t wait to get that phone bill.
In getting it off my chest, before Munchkin came home and in order not to lock him in the cabinet under the stairs, I told my dear sister about the incident. At which point she started laughing. Uncontrollably.
WTF???
As it turns out, because Munchkin is usually so well behaved, I and Hubby have grown to expect him to always be well behaved. And it appears, boys will be boys. And they do things like prank calls, calling people at all times of the night, and other practical joking kinds of things. So, I guess I need to begin expecting more things to happen. And to be ready for whatever speech is appropriate for the crime.
But one thing Munchkin did learn? Either don’t bring the cell phone to a sleep over, or don’t tell anyone you have the phone. They are more trouble than they’re worth AND they are much more responsibility than he bargained for.
Didn’t we tell him that for months before he finally got the phone? Will he ever listen?
Ugh.
