Privacy PUH LEEZE

So the oldest has been saying he wants his privacy a lot more lately. OMG. He was talking to his little buddy on the phone yesterday and cutely said to me (me who was totally and completely eavesdropping on his every single word), "Mom, I need some privacy. Can you leave the room?" HUH? Uh no. Don't think so. You're only six I'm thinking. So he looks at me, rolls his eyes and walks into the dining room. I quietly walk over there to the doorway and so he can't see me, but I can hear him, I stand stock still, listening to what he's saying. All they were talking about was reading and which chapter books each had read etc etc nothing about girls. I was thinking, he was going to talk about any cute girls at school or something. Phew. They talked about soccer and tennis and baseball and the next time they were going to get together to play. But why did he need 'privacy' for this? Oh my.

Or he'll say, "Mom, can you just turn your back for awhile?" and I'm supposed to just DO that? Uh no. Or like when he's going to the bathroom (and believe me, the little heathen can really stink it up for such a young lad so I have NO desire to like hang out in there....am on my way out if I have to go in for something) and he'll say "MOM get OUT I need my privacy and can you lock it?" Uh no. I can't lock it. But I'm gladly on my way out. And when I GET out, I say loud and clear, just like Jim Carrey in that Pet movie, "Do NOT go in there!" But I'm all mystified at the sudden need for 'privacy'. Of course, I will give him privacy but it'll only be a fraction of what privacy really is and in his world, that'll be all the privacy he's gonna get (and he'll think I'm giving him full privacy, I'm good at workin it know what I'm sayin?)

Ok, ok, ok, I get it. He's 'getting' that he's a boy and he's got a part that is all his and he's gotta figure it all out. OR he's got secrets he's gotta keep and things he's gotta talk about that mom's wouldn't understand. Yeah yeah yeah. But hear me loud and clear, there IS no privacy in this house, I WILL know all and uh no, ya can't have 'privacy'. I am mamma lion, hear me roar.

Meow.

Dear Lord help me as we barely begin to enter the troublesome times of young boyhood. I can see, there's gonna be a whole lotta shakin goin on.......

Jenn