Last year, as a freshman, Keenan had absolutely ZERO desire for a social life. He was content to play Xbox, check other peoples’ social lives on Facebook, beat up on his brothers and hang with a few close friends that were content doing the same.
And I? Thanked my lucky stars. Every. Single. Day.
This year? *sighs*
He has found his social groove.
WHY DID YOU FORSAKE ME SO? *she screams to the heavens*
What the hell is my overly dramatic ass getting at you wonder?
Well. I will tell you. I am getting at (See this like in a horror film where the scene gets closer and closer and closer with every boom.)
*boom* *boom* *boom*
That is what my overly dramatic ass is getting at.
A mother freaking curfew. (Hear that in Chris Rock’s voice. If only because he is WAY funnier than I am.)
So I ask all of you parents of teens. How old is your teen and what is his curfew?
(Please say 8:30. I’m kidding. No I’m not. I sort of am.)