Phone Call With 14 Yr Old

As many of you know, my oldest kid just turned 14. This makes both of us old.

He’s leaving for sleepaway camp tomorrow, and I’m at Blogher in New York. So I called home for a long, chatty heartfelt goodbye.
Hubs answers the phone and hands it off.

Me: (heavy breathing) LUKE! I AM YOUR FATHER!!!!

Him: Dan?

Me: He just gave you the phone! How can it be him? Are you all drinking while Mommy’s away?

Him: Oh! Yeah! Hey, mom. We’re going to Outback and Krispy Kreme.

Me: But It’s 9:45! Doesn’t he realize that…oh, never mind. I just called to say bye.

Him: Kay! Bye mom.

Me: Love you!

Him: Mmmmmhmmmmmm.

Me: (sigh.) You hang up!

Him: YOU hang up! (Heck If he’s gonna do what I tell him, even if he wants to!)

Me: No, YOU hang up!

(DIAL TONE)

Yep. He’s a teenager.