[This whole story is paraphrased because I don't sit at the teen table anymore.]
The other day, my son and I met some friends at a fast food restaurant after his physical therapy. The four teens sat at one table and my friend, Robin, and I sat at another table and gabbed about all the things teens hate. It's a highlight of my week.
The specific teen dynamic at the other table consisted of three siblings and my own son, Gonzo. Q-man and Gonzo have been best pals for years. The twins, Gillypoo and Big Z, are along for the ride usually. Big Z is Q-man's younger brother and like all younger brothers, he wants desperately to be part of the older guy's conversations.
Somewhere along the way, Big Z pitched an idea to the older guys: Thanksgiving lights. I could hear them chuckle at the thought and Big Z kept pitching away. Nothing they said could diminish his excitement.
"Come on, I think this is an idea whose time has come. Why not? This could be the next big thing. Thanksgiving is a big holiday - why not lights?" he presented with an abundance of boyish enthusiasm. The boy was totally serious.
"I think you're just jealous of my idea because you didn't think of it," Big Z added.
This started a series of friendly jabs and jokes at Big Z's expense. Finally, he pleaded, "Come on...I'm sending all these good vibes your way and all I'm getting is bad vibes in return...you're jealous of me and my good idea..."
I love kids. They are an endless source of amusement. If I find turkey lights, I'm hanging ten strings of 'em around my porch and inviting Big Z over.