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Conversations with a Pre*teen

6 Sep

Conversations with a Pre*Teen

“He knows some shit”

While riding in the car to school this morning, the song “drunk on a plane” by Dierks Bentley was on the radio softly playing the background of our morning conversations. Reilly, my 12 year old was singing along.

Trying not to make a big deal about it, I chime in.

“It’s not that appropriate for a kid to say ‘drunk’. Do you know what that even means?” I say, knowing that he knew what the word was, to an extent. I mean, at 12, you’ve already seen some shit and heard some shit.

“Yeah, Mom, I know what it means.” He says with his pre-teen “know-it-all” attitude.

“Okay, can you tell me what you think it means?” I ask.

“It’s when you drink too much alcohol.” He proceeds opening his eyes freakishly wide. “It affects your minnnnnnnnnnnd and makes you act all crazy and lose your thoughts.” He pauses for a brief second. “It hurts your brain.” He says all theatrically, waving his arms all around in an ape like manner.

“Oh yeah!?” I asked, trying not to laugh.

“Yeah, it’s like this for an example.” He starts in seriously.
“I think this might be the best way I can describe it. It’s like a phone that needs to be updated. It lags before the update, then it updates, resets, rests and it gets better. It works better.”

“Ohhh?” I asked, trying to understand his thought process of relating being “drunk” to a phone that needs to be updated. 🤷🏼‍♀️

“Yeah, it’s like not working. Your brain isn’t working and it makes all your internal organs and insides mad and not work.” He says with distinct truth.

“Oh, that’s an interesting comparison, Reilly.” I say, trying to say as little as possible. I can see the wheels moving and he has more to say…

“It impairs your function, mom.” He explains.

I paused. I let his knowledge of this topic sink in for a moment and I quickly realized that I am thankful for having this impromptu conversation about real life with him.

“You. Are. Absolutely. Right. It does impair your basic functions. Like walking, talking or driving…” I stated.

Being blown away with his knowledge of how alcohol affects your body I had to ask…

“So, where did you learn all of that, Reilly?” I ask, in hopes he doesn’t tell an embarrassing story he witnessed. 🙈

“I learned it watching a documentary!” He exclaims.


“Okay…” I say, knowing he has watched many documentaries in his short existence.

“But, you do know… talking about being drunk isn’t appropriate for your age… and….”

“I know mom.” Reilly interrupts.

“Okay, because you aren’t even allowed to drink alcohol until you’re 21. When you turn 21 you can decide for yourself what you want to do. Some people take drinking alcohol to the extreme and don’t know when they need to stop. This makes them drunk and impairs their judgement and sometimes they make very bad choices. Like getting behind the wheel and driving…” I say again with a very serious voice. Since we are driving, I thought it was fitting.

“They also make choices to stay home and hang out with their friends being silly until like 3 in the morning, mom” He says, laughing like he’s seen or knows something.

“Yeah, that’s true Reilly. Those are called responsible drunk people.” I say laughing back.

If I can do anything with my children, I want to be open and honest with them. I want to teach them about their choices in life and how each choice can make a difference in their path in life. But, mostly I want them to know it’s always their choice. I can only hope they make the best choice. I can only hope I have raised them in the direction they must go by being an example. Not a perfect example, but a real one.

I love having these random conversations with my pre-teen. Although he drives me insane at times and I seriously worry about his future, it’s times like this that I am reassured that he has a good head on his shoulders and that he will ultimately make the good choices. Even if making a few bad ones along the way teach him that.

Love and Laughs!


Is this where you want to be when Jesus comes back?!

19 Sep

My 6 yr old squirts screaming 2 yr old brother in the face with a water gun.

2 yr old brother screams even louder.

“Reilly!!!! I saw you do that even after your mother told you not to do that” – Dad yells out the window to 6 yr old.

“I know….” – Caught 6 yr old says in sad voice.

“You know?! So you either did it because you didn’t want to listen or you did it because you thought no one was looking…” – I chime in.

“Yeah, I know. I did it because I thought no one could see me…” – 6 yr old admits.

“We see everything son!” – Dad continues to explain to minion. “We are just like Jesus and can see everything! All the time. Jesus sees everything and so do we.” – Dad tries to put the fear into him and inevitably have him question the possibilities of one person being able to see everything all the time.

I just can’t contain myself at this point. Flash backs of my favorite quote from the movie, “Joe Dirt”, take over my parental responsibilities. I tried to restrain myself, but the pressure was building so I loudly blurted out:

” Boyyyyy! Is this where you want to be when Jesus comes back?! Squirting your screaming brother in the faccccce?!” – I say laughing uncontrollably.

Hubby just stares at me in disbelief that I even went there. He obviously thinks I am undermining his disciplinary actions. Oopps. Yeah….

THIS is a perfect example of how my children think KNOW they can get away with anything once mom starts laughing. Well, they are right.


I can think of worse places to be…

Renditions by Reilly

5 May

Rendition’s by Reilly  A re-post from 10/25/2012

By now, if you are one of my readers, you know that my oldest son, Reilly, is quite the character. I am sure you have discovered that he loves to sing {and if you haven’t well just continue to read… you’ll soon find out}. He amazes me and he is pure awesome at times. His joyous mouth will sing whatever he can remember hearing on the radio, the TV or any words he decided to make up as he goes along. He will even add his own lyrics to an already popular song. Thus being how I came to realize that it’s probably best that we stop letting him listen to Toby Keith. Nothing good comes from letting your fi ve-year-old listen to songs like “I love this bar”, “Whiskey Girl” and that one about him talking about shoving a boot up someone’s ass. Yeah, probably not the best thing to let a mimic-parrot-type personality, like Reilly, listen to. Well I guess I can’t help it. I
love Country music and I don’t have anything against a little Toby Keith, especially his newest single that is making all the rage “Red Solo Cup”. It’s a classic song for anyone who has ever picked up the wrong cup at a Kegger Party in High School and instantly vomited when what you thought was your beer turned out to be a spit cup for those way too young to be chewing tobacco. A classic song that will always remind me to write my name on my cup and not go picking up strange cups because I “thought it was mine”.

Lesson. learned. Moving on.

My son is way too young to know what a “spit cup” is and so that important life lesson shall come a bit later in his life. So until then, he continues to serenade all who surround him. Especially when we are driving in the car. It’s his place to belt it out and let it all go, as it is for most of us.

“Yeah mom! I love this song! Can you turn it up please!? Mom. Mom. Mom…… MOM!!!!!!”

“What Reilly? I’m right here dude. You don’t have to scream.”

“I just REALLLLLLLLLLLLY love this song, can you turn it up so I can hear it?!”

“Reilly, it’s loud enough, son. Your brother is trying to sleep”

“Buuuuuuut I CAN’T HEAR IT!!!!!!!”

“Well if you stop using your mouth and use your ears then maybe you can hear it. Annnnnnd stop yelling, your brother is trying to sleep dude”

“Ugh!” (he folds his arms together) “fi ne, I’ll be quiet, but I don’t like that….(pause, silence for a split moment)…..MOM!!!! My song is over! My perfect-est song is OVER! oh man!!!! Now I’ll never be able to hear it ever again”

I give him “The Look” from my rear view mirror…. “Well if you weren’t wasting all that time talking and yelling then maybe you would have been able to listen to it….”

“Yeahhh…… “
The next song comes on….

“Oh MOM! mom. mom. mom!!!! I love this song!!! Can you turn it up!!!!!!!…………”


This is how our car rides go, everyday.

It’s a never-ending battle. I have tried to upload the newest songs that he likes on his iPod, but they are “never the right ones”. When he does get his way in the car and I turn it up and we all jam out together he refuses to let that song be over. He will carry on and on and on AND ON with that song way past its “I’m sooo over it already” phase.

Take the “Red Solo Cup” song by Toby Keith, one of Reilly’s favorites and the beginning to my “good parenting” demise. He won’t stop singing that song. This, my friends, is where you are welcomed to get a sneak peek into my Reilly’s World. Please turn up your speakers and have a listen to what I deal with on a daily basis…. okay, so I might be a little encouraging, but who doesn’t want their child to be a rock star?


You’re Welcome
I’m sure if you are related to Reilly, He made you super proud! I’ll let him know….

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