Wiped Out American Idol

Son watched with distaste as James Durbin was booted out from American Idol Season 10.

James was the one and only participant Son rooted for and Son never doubted he'll emerge the winner. No second favourite, there's only one and that's JAMES! He was pretty sure all Americans share his sentiment.

The onset of the elimination result announcement kept Son on the edge of his seat, suspense clearly written all over his face. When the name James was finally uttered by Ryan Seacrest, Son's jaw dropped and looked stunned and the uproar that followed was cacophonic!  He then declared fiercely, 'I'm not going to follow AI anymore'.

Teenage idol dream crushed........

Coloured Son

'What is that on your pinky?' I screamed at Son, barely realising my voice had risen to an irrating high decibel.  He glanced at his finger then at me impassively and proceeded to waving his pinky in my face. 'My favourite colour, purple, nice ya.'  I was furious, he had on purple nail polish on his pinky.

Son, who is often puts off when Daughter adorns her nails with jumble of colours and never failed to belabour her for spending money on them is now making a shocking paradigm shift! Coloured nails on female, fine, on male, not bothered as long as it is not on my Son's!
 
I bore my stern eyes at his pinky. 'It's just for fun, I'll get it removed later', he said with a flicker of amusement in his eyes.

Was I overreacting................

Jumping The Gun

A friend asked if Son ever played with toy guns when he was young but before I could answer, she retorted, 'I'll never let J play with gun or get involved with war play. He'll definitely end up a violent person,' she ended with such assured confidence. 

Hmm... Come to think of it, it has never been an issue with us. Son has played with toy guns and indulged in war play and even if he doesn't have a gun at hand, he has imaginatively turned his other toys into make believe weapons.

He has never exhibited worrisome traits of violent characteristic and he's never obsessed with the weapons. Gun play was just another game which kept him entertained till he grew tired of it before moving on to another toy. 

Now as a teen, Son still plays with guns - in cyberspace. Occasionally, he enjoys the online tactical shooting game, Sudden Attack. We are always wrestling for more play time on my laptop. Ya, you read right, I too play and that is because Son threw me a dare to better his score and this gun trotting mommy aims to do just that ............

Manhandled Son

'Hi Mum', a cleary flustered Son called out as he walked into the kitchen. His hair was unusually dishelved, t-shirt wrinkly and messy and he looked a little beat-up. Son dragged himself to the dining table and plonked himself down on the chair.

He then complained aloud, 'They are a crazy bunch. They pulled my hands, tugged my shirt and were very rowdy.  I could hardly speak, they were talking nineteen to the dozen. They took me for granted, called out for help at the slightest thing!'

I tried to show sympathy, then added, 'It's ok, not everyone's like that, maybe your friends had a bad day today'.

Son stared at me, his mouth agape. 'Friends?, I'm not talking about my friends. Mr K asked me to help watch the 6-year old preschoolers today'.

Son subjugated by cuties??...........

Lee Dewyze Up Close

Son and Daughter teamed up to convince me into taking them to watch Lee Dewyze who was in town recently.  Being a public holiday and what with the horrendous experience of getting Son to Bieber's concert still fresh in my mind, I was defiant. Granted, Lee isn't as big as Bieber, still after American Idol, he's a celebrity in his own right. I shudder at the thought of  being in the midst of adrenaline charged screaming teens. Urggh!

I relented after a lame fight, sigh! They were adamant to get a good view, thus we left the house at 1.30pm; Lee's only due on stage at 4pm! Why am I getting that mild deja vu feeling again?

Being early paid off, they secured a great spot and stood rooted to it as the crowd of visibly excited, jostling teens builds up. I retreated to the nearest corner preparing myself for a long wait, just me and my book.......

Super Skinny Jeans

Son has been bugging me to buy him a pair of super skinny jeans for a long time and each time the excuse I gave was 'I'm busy, no time to go shopping'. In actuality, I despise skinny jeans on the male species. I squirm when I see them hug the legs of the wearer, contributing to an abnormal emaciate look.

Son enviously admire the skinny jeans sale on the net and magazines He has set his sights on the Levi's Skinny 511 model.  He already has an idea how he'll wear them and has mentally matched the top and footwear. And he anticipates me to surrender to his incessant plea very soon......