Actually, after 20 years of working with teenagers, I rarely think they are all grown up, but they do. Some of them think that at 12, like my buddy Sirtalksalot, but this post his about his big sister. Cupcake turns 17 on Tuesday, she has a part-time job, a full time, long term boyfriend, is in her last year of high school and is going to try and get her license on Wednesday. Last week I wrote all about her great adventure into booze buying – 4 pukers at the party and a lot of cleaning up, but apparently it was a success overall.
This morning I want to write about her birthday. Last night we went. She chose dinner and a movie. I held my breath as the movie choice came down, expecting our exciting birthday plans to go south right then and there with an argument as to why the restricted SAWIV was not a good choice for a family outing. Just as I was mentally composing my least authoritative response, she chose the movie – ENCHANTED. And reminded me all about the contradictions of adolescence. " I’m too old for you to tell me what to do." " I want to go to a G-rated movie for my birthday." Now, secretly, I really wanted to see Enchanted as well, but since I am over 40, I think that is either called regression, or Disneyfication – an attachment to shows, characters and movies that remind us of either events in our youth, or the innocence and energy of it. (BTW – just made that up!)
I highly recommend ENCHANTED to anyone and I am disappointed we didn’t take the Gaffer. I would like to say who steals the show, but I can’t because pretty much everyone has a scene strealing moment. I love that Disney has finally come out with a parody of it’s own history of film without throwing in any innuendo and phallic jokes just to make sure the parents will bring their children.
And I love that our 17 year old wanted to do this for her birthday and was then just as excited to get an Eeyore mug from the Disney store as she was to receive her first gas card.
I’m sure before today is over there will be some sort of early adulthood issue with which to deal but this morning as the Gaffer and I rise before all of the hormone producers and have an early rendezvus with Treehouse I’m going to smile about our girl who spent her Friday morning working on university applications and her Friday night with her family and Walt Disney.