I share this because after telling the story to friends, I realized that maybe other mother do not talk with their sons this way. And plus, in hindsight it is hilarious. But when it was happening I was just frustrated.
So my son is a musician, and plays in the school band. The other night he had a performance, and I found out only the night before that he needed to be dressed in a white dress shirt and black slacks. Of course I have to buy this ish short notice!
So after work the next day, I run to the store, estimating my monster teen’s growing size. Pretty much holding things to me and picking a size slightly bigger. It works well for the shirt. For the pants, well, the last size I’d bought him was 32-32. And as a side note, stupid men’s sizes are stupid. Yes, I know they make more sense than a woman’s because you can have a tall skinny dude that needs a tiny waist and all, but it’s too confuzzling for me. So, I just bought his dress slacks in 32-32. I forgot about the one thing my genetics have cursed him with.
My son has a badonkadonk.
It is a ridiculously big behind for a male. He’s in denial. He thinks I’m making it up just how like I had him believing for some time that he was a clone after my first of him had an “unfortunate accident.”
But his butt is huge, and when I rushed home, gave him his new clothes to iron and throw on while I changed, I came back out to a visual dilemma.
From behind, his pants looked rather tight. It was showing off just how curvy those back cheeks were.
Me: You gotta go up a size in pants next time.
Monster Teen: Why? They fit.
Me: You look like you are smuggling cantaloupes back there.
Monster Teen: My butt is NOT big Mom!
And then… He turned around and I’m blinded.
Me: Oh no! You can’t go out like that!
Me: All I see is crotch!
Me: Your junk is sitting up like a beacon right up front. No one will be able to see anything but that!
You remember in the movie Labyrinth, how we as children were introduced to David Bowie’s package? David Bowie has websites dedicated to his package.
I don’t want my son to have websites. *Shudders*
Monster Teen: What am I…
Me: Can you move it? Push it down the leg of your pants or something. Ugh. Just, just get it out of everyone’s face!
MT: grumble grumble grumble
Me: BIGGER PANTS. And boxer briefs.
If it wasn’t for having to leave out the door at that moment, I would have NEVER let my poor teen go out the door like that. I know he already catches the eye of many a young female. Well the other night he was serving them free teen on a platter with that get-up. Much to my “ew that’s my son” disgust.
How would a man handle this same situation with his son I wonder?