Teen Lessons Learned the Hard Way

With the boys being in that dreadful age zone of teen-enstein (that’s a cross between teenager and Frankenstein) I feel like I’ve talked more in the last week than I ever did during those “tween” years.

Most recently I’ve been trying so hard to explain to the kids that a joke is NOT good if it’s at the expense of someone else. I have encouraged them to joke all they want if the person being offered up as humors sacrificial lamb is their own self.

Why is it that this particular lesson is nearly impossible to sink in?

I’ve also tried to explain to them that when people live in the same house – there’s bound to be goods that are kept on each person within that house and at the very least, everyone will know those extreme “Hot Buttons” to push when they are backed in a corner.

Well, we’ve learned a strong lesson in this whole issue this week.

It seems one of my boys tried to be funny – made fun of another for something cosmetic and that in turn escalated to each one bringing out the big guns – the deepest, darkest secret that you just don’t want people knowing.

Granted that dark secret is nothing more than a boy being a boy – but when you are 14 and 15, it seems like you are the only person on the planet to do something so embarrassing.

And here I thought having boys was going to be FAR less dramatic. Yeah Right!