My son has joined a Christian death metal band, which he loves! On the way home from work yesterday, I picked him up from his band members house and he was chattering away. But lately there has been kind of a disconnect between us so our conversations usually end with me going, "Huh?" More so than usual. Here are some examples.
Him: "I have the best girl-scream out of all of them."
Me: "Girl scream? Isn't that bad?"
Him: "No, that's good. You want that."
Me: "Oh... Huh?"
Yeah. Girl screaming is good in a death metal band. That and growling, I guess.
Him: "I want Toms (the shoe) for my birthday!"
Me: "Ok. Send me a link."
Him: "I want them white. But I'm not going to wear them all the time. I'll wear them to school of course. To show them off. But I will have to walk to the bus stop with no shoes and then put a towel down. I will then step in the shoes on the towel so they don't ever get dirty."
Me: "Wow. Huh?"
Seriously. Whenever I'd buy those cheap $5 white shoes, I hated having them be pure stark white. I would walk around until I got a good dingy look going.
Him: "Me and the band walked to the gas station today, but we didn't have enough money for all of us to get a drink. This man offered me money to get a drink."
Me: "Yikes. That's creepy."
Him: "No, he was just being nice. The only nice person left in this world."
Me: "Umm... Sure. Huh?"
He is just from a totally different planet now. He had his grandmother get him a pool so he could start tanning. He wants just skinny jeans and shoes for his birthday. He wants a skate board. What's that about?
Ahh... Teenagers. They make you go, huh?