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“Mom, how come you never go away?” The Kid asks me as he throws his lanky man-child body on my bed.
There a few ways to interpret this. Could he be concerned about how overworked and stressed I am lately, or my flailing happiness?
Not likely.
But, I play along anyway.
“Why?”
“I dunno. Just wondering.”
“Well, I just don’t have the budget for
it right now.”
“Oh, OK,” he says, slowly slipping off the bed and sulking away.
Sorry to disappoint him — hey, I’m pretty disappointed I can’t go away, too — but I know what’s really going on. It’s winter, it’s cold, no one wants
to hang around downtown and there isn’t any place to go if you’re teen in the ‘burbs with no wheels. All you can do is hope for someone’s parents
to go out of town for the weekend.
Can you say P-A-R-T-Y?
I know what happens when parents split and leave their teens home alone. You give them the stink eye — “no parties!” — and get doe eyes in return: “But, don’t you trust me?”
Actually, I do trust Trent; it’s the hundreds of Facebook friends he has who concern me. Twitter may be fast,
but it can’t compare to the teenage party pipeline. It takes nothing to go from a few kids hanging out in the living room playing PlayStation? to a scene out of “Risky Business.” Or “Debbie Does Dallas.”