We got ourselves a new loveable.
I walked over to meet the person hunkered down under the big thick gray hoodie.
Only a pair of hands, texting on a cell phone could be seen.
When I was standing in front of the lump of person I introduced myself and waited for a response.
The lump continued texting and grunted something inaudible.
"Ummm excuse me" I said "you need to look up when you are spoken to".
He tossed his head back and pulled his hood off.
I almost peed my pants.
The kid looks so much like The Sweet Prince Buttercup it took my breath away.
Same blue eyes, same big white teeth.
Same high cheekbones and puffy lips.
Holy shit...I was smitten.
By this boy who could be my boy.
My big grown up man son...here in front of me a boy again...
Okay, so I knew, just knew that this would spell trouble.
Anyone who knows me knows that I am head over heels in love with my perfect children.
They can do no wrong most of the time.
That I am nothing more than putty in their hands.
Well by the looks of things it appears this kid will be getting away with murder.
So as this first day continued this familiar looking loveable proved quite uncooperative.
He liked to take his phone out and text.
And tell us, when reprimanded, that he was checking the time.
Cell phones are not to be used during school.
Well, my fuse was short yesterday.
And like I said before my children can do no wrong (MOST OF THE TIME)....
When the text happy loveable continued to disobey and disrespect, and look just like my kid when he did it...
I had no choice but to treat him like my own.
"I'm telling you one more time to put that phone away" I said "if you don't...the next time I see it I'm going to twist your ear or slap you in the back of your head...DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"
What's that expression...Familiarity breeds contempt?
Disclaimer: While I did beat the holy hell outta my own kids...(wink), I would never in a million years touch a loveable (and leave a mark).