Teenagers These Days
Hubby’s honorary little brother brought his younger sister, three of his cousins and one of their friends to Pumpkin’s party yesterday. All but the youngest cousin are teenagers and preteens. So while the youngest one played with Pumpkin and the other kids their age, the teenagers mostly stood around looking sullen.
Eventually a couple of them started playing with balloons, which was funny. But the rest just mostly sat or stood around. They were polite and all, but seemed rather ill at ease, or angst-ridden or something. I can relate, I guess. I was like that at times when I was that age, and at a younger kid’s birthday party probably would have been one of those times.
But what really got me was that none of them would eat. Well, I talked one into having a piece of cake, but I don’t think the rest took a bite of anything. And they were all ridiculously skinny – it wasn’t like they needed to be in the market for weight loss pills or anything.
The teenage years are interesting, to say the least. In a way I miss mine, and in a way I’m glad they’re over. I guess most people feel that way to a certain extent.
