My son has turned 14 and seems to be taking the whole teenage thing to heart. This is after he swore he was never going to turn into one – he might have been 10 at the time…
Mostly, this has played out with him vaguely grunting to acknowledge us and then us reminding him to find his words. This rolls as smoothly off the tongue as it did when he was three…
However there are some occasions that seem to break this pattern.
The standard – after he is supposed to have headed to bed.
When it is just the two of us – and I then can’t prove to my husband that we had an actual conversation.
And when he has a plan.
Unfortunately, this generally means he can’t think or talk about anything other than the plan. So then a bit like Dug, in the Disney movie ‘Up’, while you think you’re having a good chat, you’re actually only ever moments away from him spotting the squirrel if you will. In this mode, it seems you either have to be like a ninja or a sledgehammer to successfully disrupt the programme.
So actually, perhaps it’s a relief when the plan has been implemented and normal programming resumes…
Tough Mother 