Tuesday, October 29, 2013

I guess I asked for it when I bought a minivan

My dad used to drive me and my sister and our friends all over the place. My friends were bad enough, but my sister had some who raised even my sanguine father's eyebrows with what they were willing to discuss with him sitting there, from their crummy marks to boy problems to their "red friend" (he tells about that one repeatedly). This morning I drove over to Angus's school with him at seven to pick up five other volleyball players and drive them to another school for a tournament. At the end of the day, I went back to watch them play the final (they won) and then drove them all home. My experience with driving Angus and teammates has been mostly confined to a couple of baseball players or a basketball guy who gets in, sticks in his earbuds, says nothing for the entire drive and grunts in a faintly grateful manner on his way out. So I wasn't sure what to expect.

Turns out a bunch of thirteen-year-old boys are not appreciably different from my sister and her friends.

"Gabby texted me!" "What did she say?" "Hi. It's Gabby."

"Angus, can you put some music on?" (I reach for the CD button. He jabs the radio button. I jab the CD button. He jabs the radio button again. Wow, he is REALLY afraid I'm going to play Taylor Swift or the Glee soundtrack).

"I am Titayyyyyyyneeeeeummmmm" "Are you actually trying?" "No, I'm really a good singer, I'm in my church choir."

"She asked if we're on a bus back to school and I said no, we're with a parent driver, and she said what's that." "You have to break up with her. She's dumb."

"Shhhh! Angus is calling his parents. Uh, I mean his.....thingy." "Who's Eve?" "Angus's sister. Is Eve his sister?"

Kid who also plays on competitive city team:""I have volleyball practice tonight." "Tonight?!" "I'm going to tell my dad I'm tired and sore and ask if I still have to go." Me to Angus: "If his dad is anything like your dad, he's screwed." Angus: "Yep." (He was).

"She says you can't have her." "Who said I wanted her? Tell her I am a good boy who likes staying home."

"Thank-you for the Timbits! Uhhhhh, my hands are sticky." "Just lick them." "Okay." "Ohhhh, remember how we rubbed the bottoms of our shoes with our hands because the floor was slippery?" "Yep. And I just licked my whole palm. Oh well."

They all thanked me very politely for the ride. Then on the way home I asked Angus a question about the game in a slightly apologetic tone and he told me consolingly that it's very confusing and explained everything carefully.

I am currently feeling bemused but largely optimistic about the state of today's youth.


6 comments:

Nicole said...

Hahaha! This is awesome. Boys. I remember my dad driving me and friends around and whispering about all sorts of inappropriate things. Sigh. I guess that's what happens when you're a parent driver (what's that?)

Maggie said...

I may have to get a minivan. Currently my car can fit only three boys in the back seat. Frankly, I love driving soccer carpool once a week because it is an awesome window into my son's social life and interactions. At 10-11 years old the boys' conversations are a hilarious mix of kids stuff like Legos and Minecraft and older kid stuff like extremely tentative talks about girls. I would love to fit more boys in the car so I could get an even wider sample of their conversations ;-)

Steph Lovelady said...

I was hoping to hear some interesting conversation when we took Noah's friend to the Spy Museum last month, but they only started talking when we were out of the car and on the train, a few seats away from us.

christaclips.com said...

i LUV this! i thought toddlers were funny. I can't wait for the next stage!

Dimitra Melehes said...

I'm with Maggie... I need to get a minivan. But I would be the uncool mom telling them about germs and giving my non welcome advice about girls. Ugh! Maybe I'll just have you drive my kids around...that would be cooler for them. Do they even use the term "cool" anymore? I'll just stay tuned....

Mom of the Perpetually Grounded said...

At least Canadian youth, yes, I agree with you!

"She says you can't have her." "Who said I wanted her? Tell her I am a good boy who likes staying home."

Priceless : )