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Wednesday, February 23rd, 2011 09:51 am
i feel...conflicted
Dear Work,
jhiogeijnmoi4geuw98fr.
--Seperis
In other news, late the other night I woke up to--okay, fine, I was awake and getting coffee on Monday night past midnight. Leave me alone. I was busy. And the point is here, Iwoke up got up and was amused appalled to see the desktop screen's soft, welcoming glow was being blocked by a large head belonging to Child.
Right, I'm a parent, but I've been looking forward to him hitting the internet red light district for years, because I see no reason not to greet the inevitable with the joy of finding new and exciting ways to make fun of him. I want to say this is like, a parenting strategy, but mostly, I just enjoy the twitching and recoding normal words for him into moments of horror because that's just fun.
It was definitely youtube, and he was definitely watching with intent, so I assumed--as one does--this would be a The Moment He Got Caught Watching Internet Porn and it was like Christmas. Because that's ammunition for years. Especially if it's like, bad.
Then I saw the screen. And the desk.
Child was watching an instructional origami video after midnight and making origami boxes. There was a clear progression littering the desk. He looked up at me with wide, startled eyes, but I couldn't take delight in it because my kid broke bedtime to learn origami and what on earth do you do with that? I helplessly took the box he offered, all razor-straight lines and folding open at the top in fragile triangular petals like a flower, while he flipped it to show me he'd colored in a biohazard sign over the bottom before he started, and I went back to bed to stare blearily at the wall and belatedly remember I was supposed to like, send him to bed.
(I think he's kind of good at this? All his boxes look like were folded with a ruler, a really scary ruler.)
This is right up there with the other night, where I caught him (yes!) in his room, in the dark (yes!), sprawled across his futon bed because beds are like, not cool or something, staring darkly into the screen with the emo of a thousand new teenagers (because God loves me and will send me a cliche). I leaned into the doorway to savor the first signs of adolescent drama, because Child is now 5'7"ish and this is getting fun. He was staring expressionlessly into his laptop screen like every emo band in the world was telling him about black crows dying on windowsills and the absence of pain like a razor deep in the belly in the bastard stepchild of blank verse and haiku for dummies when he saw me and frowned.
I grinned at him. "Whatcha watching?"
He sighs, put upon, and flips the screen. Live action sand art.
...do I need to link him or something? What the hell? Sand art? He is no longer ten, I cannot just cuddle him to death for being adorable and so fucking weird and awesome.
In other news, I handed over Magic's Pawn by Mercedes Lackey for him to read, because he's going to cultivate a proper interest in fantasy if I have to force feed it to him. So far, he hates Vanyel's father and does not like his aunt and likes 'Lendel. I'm so not looking forward to the Mage Storm Night of Trauma now. He's all invested and attached.
jhiogeijnmoi4geuw98fr.
--Seperis
In other news, late the other night I woke up to--okay, fine, I was awake and getting coffee on Monday night past midnight. Leave me alone. I was busy. And the point is here, I
Right, I'm a parent, but I've been looking forward to him hitting the internet red light district for years, because I see no reason not to greet the inevitable with the joy of finding new and exciting ways to make fun of him. I want to say this is like, a parenting strategy, but mostly, I just enjoy the twitching and recoding normal words for him into moments of horror because that's just fun.
It was definitely youtube, and he was definitely watching with intent, so I assumed--as one does--this would be a The Moment He Got Caught Watching Internet Porn and it was like Christmas. Because that's ammunition for years. Especially if it's like, bad.
Then I saw the screen. And the desk.
Child was watching an instructional origami video after midnight and making origami boxes. There was a clear progression littering the desk. He looked up at me with wide, startled eyes, but I couldn't take delight in it because my kid broke bedtime to learn origami and what on earth do you do with that? I helplessly took the box he offered, all razor-straight lines and folding open at the top in fragile triangular petals like a flower, while he flipped it to show me he'd colored in a biohazard sign over the bottom before he started, and I went back to bed to stare blearily at the wall and belatedly remember I was supposed to like, send him to bed.
(I think he's kind of good at this? All his boxes look like were folded with a ruler, a really scary ruler.)
This is right up there with the other night, where I caught him (yes!) in his room, in the dark (yes!), sprawled across his futon bed because beds are like, not cool or something, staring darkly into the screen with the emo of a thousand new teenagers (because God loves me and will send me a cliche). I leaned into the doorway to savor the first signs of adolescent drama, because Child is now 5'7"ish and this is getting fun. He was staring expressionlessly into his laptop screen like every emo band in the world was telling him about black crows dying on windowsills and the absence of pain like a razor deep in the belly in the bastard stepchild of blank verse and haiku for dummies when he saw me and frowned.
I grinned at him. "Whatcha watching?"
He sighs, put upon, and flips the screen. Live action sand art.
...do I need to link him or something? What the hell? Sand art? He is no longer ten, I cannot just cuddle him to death for being adorable and so fucking weird and awesome.
In other news, I handed over Magic's Pawn by Mercedes Lackey for him to read, because he's going to cultivate a proper interest in fantasy if I have to force feed it to him. So far, he hates Vanyel's father and does not like his aunt and likes 'Lendel. I'm so not looking forward to the Mage Storm Night of Trauma now. He's all invested and attached.
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From:I LOVED Magic's Pawn. Of Lackey's books, that trilogy is my favorite. And since I cared more for Vanyel than 'Lendel... I wasn't tragically broken by the happenings of the 2nd book.
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From:I feel that Vanyel may yet bring out the emo.
And your response sounds a lot like that of my mother. Although she was also prone to crossing herself (she isn't Catholic, btw) or muttering that she could have raised CHICKENS...but for the most part she takes it in stride.
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From:Congratulate yourself, clearly.
Anyway, if it's any consolation, I'm sure he'll find the porn sooner or later. Though possibly it will be really freaky sand origami porn. And ... I don't know what you do then.
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From:He wants to youtube his own efforts at origami. Like, instructional. It's unreal.
Anyway, if it's any consolation, I'm sure he'll find the porn sooner or later. Though possibly it will be really freaky sand origami porn. And ... I don't know what you do then.
Pretty sure I saw some on ff.net, come to think. By the minesweeper porn.
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From:good work on the Child-raising!
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From:You're a parental inspiration.
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From:OMG, how is he still so adorable? Also, such flashbacks to my own childhood of being naughty and breaking bedtime to do incredibly dangerous and rebelling things like read a novel or watch late night screenings of StarTrek.
He is no longer ten, I cannot just cuddle him to death for being adorable and so fucking weird and awesome.
I think you totally can. Awww!
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From:Your Child is absolutely precious.
ORIGAMI boxes and SAND ART?! JUST?! OMFG! He is a UNICORN!
You CANNOT make me believe otherwise.
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From:Also that post did not go where I thought it was going to go. I was all geared up for the sympathetic embarrassment I would feel!
Most Awkward Sex-Related Incidents: brother stealthily creeping up behind me to read whatever I was reading on the computer and freaking out when he realised it was very smutty fanfic (admittedly I was 12 at the time and I think he just liked assuming I was going to be young and innocent forever). Also, the time he walked in on me and then bf uh, disrobed. Except I've blocked that from my memory so it doesn't count.
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From:That was the most adorable ever.
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From:Your kid cracks me up
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From:This example is not me talking out of my ass, as a teenager, my husband ACTUALLY DID THIS to his very liberal, neo hippie parents. As my mother in law puts it "What was I going to say to him--DON'T READ THE BIBLE?" He got better, eventually.
I love how you keep trying to catch him doing teenager stuff and he keeps thwarting you, though. I think he's just far, far sneakier than you think.
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From:Magic's Pawn traumatized me! But it's still my absolute favorite book of all time.
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From:Next it will be something with unicorns! <333
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From:I mean, I always had been, in the back of my mind, but that was the moment I started to prepare in earnest.
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From:There is a WORLD of literary joy in front of him. And yes, the TRAUMA.
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From:And holy crap, a boy who's reading Magic's Pawn. I am delighted by this prospect. I can only hope that one day my kids will be this awesome.
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From:Your kid sounds adorable and as geeky as mine! (though his kink is breaking bedtime for Naruto).
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