The Stinker

I don't really post much about my 13 year old Son, E.J. I think I go into the Mama bear mode of trying to protect him from the internet world. You hear crazy stories sometimes, so I rather keep him locked up in the attic away from the creepy stuff. But this kid is just too funny and great not to share with the world. Plus he's mine, so there is no shortish of mayhem with him.

About a month ago, my sweet child came to me and said "Mom, ever heard of the Insane Clown Posse?, I like them", before I had a chance to reply with "What am I 80?"I spit out my drink and was ready to call an exorcist to come cleanse the musical soul of my child. It's like music is my religion, and good music is God and he just pretty much told his religious Mother that he worships the devil. I tried to tell him that we cool people make fun of those uncool people, but before I knew it, there I was buying him an ICP shirt, all because I had to practice what I preach about letting him be himself.

Shortly after that little incident, his Dad and I realized his grades were low and he was skipping class. His Dad and I sat him down one day after school and ripped him a new one (which made me feel bad as a Mother, seeing how he hasn't even discovered his older one).  The kid was grounded. Which made it a perfect excuse to also ground him from that god awful ICP ruckus.

Satan!!!

A couple of weeks ago, while I was (snooping) on his Facebook, I noticed his status update read "I want everyone to read this. I no longer like ICP. I'm all about Football and my grades". I had no choice but to cry tears of joy, do a cartwheel and smother the living poop out of him. Ever since then his grades went up, he's starting Basketball this Thursday, and even though he's still listening to songs that say stuff like "Poppin bottles in the ice, like a blizzard. When we drink we do it right gettin slizzard. Sippin sizzurp in my ride, like Three 6. Now I'm feelin so fly like a G6. Like a G6, Like a G6" (what in gods name is slizzard?) I can deal with that, I guess.

SUCCESS!

Today, after me being the spacey person that I can be on a Monday morning.... we woke up late due to me forgetting to set the alarm. When I dropped him off I started to write his excuse note, as I was writing I was also saying this out loud "Please excuse E.J for being late to school today. He was at the Doctors due to explosive diarrhea". E.J looked at me horrified and yelled " NOOOO, NO DIARRHEA MOM". I swear we sat in the car laughing for 5 min. Oh, this child of mine is truly special and has such an amazing sense of humor. I'm very proud of my stinker.

Tonight before he started getting ready for bed, we were horsing around and being silly. When he finally laid down to go to sleep, I wasn't done with the silly. I may be the most imature Mom in DAAA WORLD, YO! I don't wana grow up.....