Recently my older son had a sleep over. As his buddies were munching on pancakes the next morning they were “talkin trash” and comparing notes on a variety of topics–homework (boring), Brian Urlacher (totally cool), and girls (hot). They were so funny (except for the “hot” comments – which strode somewhere between hilarious and nervewracking) – spouting opinions about this and that. I just listened and kept making pancakes while they chattered away.
At one point a lull in the converstaion came. To break the silence my older son said “Remember when we used to play Guitar Hero?” This is the Wii game that has been all the rage for the last year, in case you haven’t heard of it (i.e. live under a rock). It involves “playing” a guitar along with a band on screen – if you get the hand movements right along with the chosen song you get cheered on by the crowd, your band fees go up, and you get to go on tours. If you don’t do so well parts of the song fade out, you get boo-ed, and you don’t make money with your band. There are multiple versions of it now available.
I resisted the urge to break in with “You mean like 3 days ago?” while I poured batter on to the hot griddle. I kept quiet to see what would be said next. I wasn’t disappointed.
“Yeah” answered one of his guests.
“Yeah,” my son said, “that’s so old school!” He shoved another big forkload of syrupy pancake into his mouth while his buddies nodded their agreement.
I couldn’t resist any more. I put down my spatula and leaned against the counter. “Son, what do you mean by ‘old school’?”
He looked up at me with his sweet freckled face and said “You know, Mom… been there ,done that…”
“Oh. I see.” I turned around and tried to stifle my laughter. Where do they come up with this stuff? This feined ennui and sophisticated boredom – at ten? Heaven help us!