the condom conversation
mom is at the dining room table, drinking coffee and making out a grocery list.
son is sitting across from her, eating a bowl of cereal.
mom: are you having sex with anybody?
son, spitting cereal: wha-a-a’?
mom: are you having sex with anyone?
son: ummm, NO. why do you ask?
mom: well, there haven’t been any condoms around here for awhile. i think your sister filled the last ones up with water. so, i was just wondering if you needed some…
son: oh … no. i’m not having sex. *pause* but, uuh, maybe we should get some more…
mom: you mean maybe i should get some more for you, i don’t need any…
son: well, yeah.
mom: OK.
son, from the kitchen: and maybe you could get a bigger size.
mom: OK.
son: what…? no jokes?
mom: i’ve known you and your dick ever since you were born, bud… you never had a little button of a winky…
son: yeah, sooo…
mom: sooo, what? you think i haven’t seen you naked lately?
son: you haven’t.
mom: try last year.
son: no WAY.
mom: yes, way. last summer. it was really hot. you apparently fell asleep naked and i opened your bedroom door the next morning and…
son: alright, Alright, ALRIGHT!
mom, sipping coffee: so you’re sure you’re not sleeping with that girl…?
son: which girl?
mom: the annoying, needy one. the one that calls all of the time. the one i’m always lying to and saying you’re in the shower or something.
son: HELL no! i can’t stand her!
mom: then why don’t you do the right thing and tell her to fuck off?
son: well, i told her that you don’t like her…
mom: hmmm…, so THATS why i don’t get the chit-chat anymore… well, you still need to tell her to fuck off. it’s rude to let her dangle, even if she IS annoying. and she’s dangerous. i don’t wanna be a grandmother.
son, rolling his eyes: geeez. you’re sick. i’m NOT sleeping with her!
mom: good …. don’t.
son: can i have $10?
mom, rolling her eyes: no. just because i talk to you about condoms doesn’t mean i’m going to give you money. go away.
son: you’re mean.
mom, sighing and filling up her coffee cup: actually, i’m not mean enough…
You are priceless, though I have now added seeing my teenage son enflagrante as yet another reason I will never have children. I know I’d never be one of those “my child is smarter than your child” people, because I lived through that enough myself. But I can just see myself being a “my son’s penus is bigger than yours” type of mother.
The cool mom gene (which you so have) does not run in my family.
Teenagers are, I truly believe, spawns of the devil. They can also be overwhelmingly sweet and adorable (look quick, it doesn’t last), but mostly they are not very likeable.
I always thought boys would be easier than girls to raise. Apparently not. No, I still think that. Teen-age girls are truly a royal pain in the ass. But when they finally grow up they are absolutely the most wonderful creatures on earth.
Hang in there, babe.
Mothers are, I truly believe, Sick and Twisted creatures. Maybe I should tell the story of my mom and her boyfriend “ironing” muahahahahahaha
package of condoms - $5. being harassed for cash - a little here, a little there. having the teenager make the snarky comments on the blog - priceless.
Classic. You know, I really *like* teenagers - talking to them, hanging out with them. Your son sounds great and I love hearing about good rapport between moms and sons.
That is too funny. I only WISH I’d had such a good relationship with my mom, growing up. Then again, I was of the female teenager variety, and that in and of itself is a recipe for disaster. But I agree with kd - having your teenage son post snarky comments on your blog is just priceless.
see that, zakk? now everyone KNOWS you’re a snarky little ratface…
BTW, he had to ASK me what snarky was. i think he likes it… LOL!
are you all trying to tell me that i’m actually going to have this converstaion??? *takes large gulp of beer* i have 2 sons and no, please say it ain’t so. oh god *faints*
You should have had a warning: Do not have anything in your mouth when you read this.
I haven’t laughed this hard in days! You’re so cool.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA “ironing” is the best story ever