Questionable Post, Part 2

RT had a post titled Questionable Post tonight, that made me feel slightly reminiscent of my high school days, mostly because of her song choice (Slow Ride by Foghat). In a roundabout way, it reminded me of an incident that happened with 17-year-old Number One Son this summer.

Grimjack and I go away once a year without kids, for our anniversary weekend in July. This year, we headed to the Poconos. Yes, we did the tacky resort with the red heart-shaped whirlpool tub surrounded by mirrors, which was very fun. The tub at home is too small to adequately soak in, so it was a treat for me. But anyway, during the week before we left, I needed a bag to pack my stuff in, so I grabbed the duffle bag the Number One Son usually uses when he travels. He and his posse travelled a lot this summer making their movie, but that's a story for another post. So I start to pack and noticed that there was something in the smaller front pocket of the bag. I unzipped the pocket, and lo and behold, found a half dozen condoms. So now I had a predicament - how do I handle this knowledge, besides being grossed out that my son might be having sex?

So I checked with his older sisters, who usually know things before I do. They didn't know anything, and were also grossed out. This is their little brother, after all, even though is is about 6' 3" tall now. So I needed a way to let him know I found them, without alienating him. So, what I did was, at the suggestion of one of his sisters, was to get a Sharpie permanent marker, and write "I love my mom" on every condom wrapper, on both sides.

So if or when he does go to use them, he will know I know. And hopefully that will kill the mood. Isn't being a parent fun?