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Help Kids!

Oh the Inanity

Anyone who has or has had teenagers will learn nothing from this post.  Those of my friends who have little ones who are yet to reach teenager status, take this as a warning.  Here goes: teenagers, or at least teenagers in the middle school age range of 13-15, are as vacuous and disturbingly dense as any being on the face of the planet.  While they never, and I mean never, are at a loss for words they rarely if ever actually SAY anything.  They open their mouths and spew a series of random words that will sometimes form incomplete sentences with the word "like" interspersed between every third word, but they never, ever actually form a verbal paragraph much less a coherent story line. 

When young teenagers speak all parental ears can hear is "blah, blah, blah" until those fateful words "Can I have..." or "I want..." appear and then the parents know to prepare for the inevitable tantrum when their blathering progeny don't get what they want.  Of course that's when the kids attempt to put together a cogent argument in support of getting whatever they desire, but because the part of their brain devoted to logic has atrophied due to extended non-use they manage only to put together rambling soliloquies that cause their parents to wonder if perhaps their children are more than a little touched in the head.

I'm told this is a phase that will soon pass only to be replaced by a far more odious phase.  Older and wiser parents have informed me that while young teenagers are infuriatingly inane, they are relatively harmless.  In military terms they are fighting with broomsticks, while apparently in high school they pick up live ammo.  I believe it because it's dawning on me that these same kids that can talk for hours about some poor girl at school with that hair will be driving in less than two years.  Armed indeed, God help us.

Canuck Law: And You Thought People in the US Were Litigious

Here's the story: a 15 year old high school kid in Canada makes a video of himself reenacting a Star Wars light saber fight.  He leaves the tape on a shelf at the schools video lab and another student finds it and shares it with another student.  The second student digitizes it and emails it to some more kids.  A third kid decides to host the video on his website and then the video goes viral.  Life becomes miserable at school for light saber boy when all the teasing starts.

Okay, I feel bad for the kid but according to this article he and his parents sued the families of the three kids responsible for the video getting out and the parents of the three boys ended up settling the lawsuit for an undisclosed amount.  Huh?

If I understand this correctly the kid made a video using the school's equipment, left the tape on a shelf at the school (expectation of privacy?) and then when some boys found the tape and put it on the internet his family sued the parents of the kids who found the tape and put it on the internet. According to the article the three boys are accused of bullying, but aren't all the kids that teased saber-boy the real bullies?  Why not sue them all?

The article also talks about whether any of the parents had liability insurance and how much money they had available for settlement.  Who the heck carries liability insurance for instances like this?  Am I missing a potential business opportunity here?  Insurance against over-litigious parents might be a huge growth industry:)

How to Make a Grown Man Almost Cry

My daughter asked if she could ride her bike over to her friend's house today.  I said sure, but I wanted her home at 6:30 so we could have dinner.  She didn't show until 7:00 and I was more than a little pissed.  This isn't the first time she's been late and the last time it happened she got a tongue lashing, so I was surprised it happened again.  On top of that I have to admit that tardiness is probably my biggest pet-peeve, so I'm pre-disposed to getting a mad about it.

When she got home I told her we'd have to figure out a punishment, which sent her into major-league pout mode.  She didn't eat dinner (we went out for pizza) and sulked the whole time.  When we got home I went back into my office to do some work and she came in to ask me what her punishment would be.  I said it would probably cost her points (we have an incentive program that allows the kids to start each week with $10 in the bank, but throughout the week we give them points for things that are either done wrong or not done when they are supposed to be...each point is worth 50 cents), and she started to stomp out of my office.  I told her to come back and then we had this conversation (I'm paraphrasing):

Me: "You don't think you deserve to be punished?"
Daughter: "I punished myself by not eating dinner!"
Me: "No, you told me you didn't want pizza so I'd say you were pouting."
Daughter: "NO!"
Me: "Well, I didn't ask you not to eat.  And this isn't the first time you've been late, so I think maybe you need something to remind you to be on time."
Daughter: "The last time I was only five minutes late and you yelled at me...alot!"  "It was only five minutes!"
Me: "It was more than five minutes, and it doesn't matter.  When we tell you to be home at a certain time you need to make sure you're here on time."
Daughter, glaring at me says nothing.
Me, feeling the heat rise: "So you think it's okay for you to be late even though you inconvenienced four other people?  We were ready to go to dinner at 6:30 and we waited 1/2 hour for you.  You think that's fair?"
Daughter continues glaring and mutters something under her breath.
Me, heat REALLY rising: "You don't want to be punished!? Fine, I won't punish you.  But remember this moment the next time you ask me to give you a ride somewhere or even better, remember this moment when I decide that it isn't important to be at one of your soccer games on time and I feel like getting there 1/2 hour late.  Just remember it."
Daughter, shooting death daggers at me with her eyes: "I HATE YOU!"
She turns and leaves.  On her way out I say, "I'm sorry you hate me because I love you very much."
Daughter: "I don't care."

I don't care who you are, those last two hurt.  Of course I couldn't let it show (I'm a guy), but it stung like hell.  Thankfully Celeste saw what was going on and came in and talked me down.  She also coached me on how to patch it up...I'd tell you how, but I'm thinking I could rent Celeste's advisory services to other fathers of teenage girls.  If my household is indicative I'll be able to quit my day job.

My daughter is only 12 and I'm worried I may not make it to 13.  I don't even want to think about 14-20.  God help me.

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