Teenagers pranking one another is as natural as a crab walking sideways on the beach. It’s awkward, and strange, but just right, what one would expect. The girls started it all, and by now, Wednesday prior to dinner, the competition is at a fever pitch. The first night Emily hid her phone in the bottom of the trashcan in the boys room. Her ring tone is a recording of the goats on her farm bleating. The girls called the phone all night long from their room. Needless to say it drove the boys crazy until they discovered what had begun. The next day there were wet girl’s bathing suits in the freezer. And boys had all their boxer shorts missing for days. I caught the boys sneaking down the back stairway with luggage. They wanted the key to my rental car for trunk storage of all the girl’s things. The boys got salt on their toothbrushes and potato chips in their pillowcases. It’s war. The funny thing about it all is that no one will discuss it in the open. It hasn’t been mentioned, and it’s absolute taboo to say ”boo” about it in mixed company. But everyone is conspiring and whispering.
Oh, it makes me happy to see teens having good clean fun. Nothing has been as hilarious though as when the boys came home with lifeguard t-shirts, and red short shorts to walk the beach and protect the public. They were gone for hours patrolling the beach in their matching outfits, and I heard them say, “men, this is business, we must go save the innocent beach combers, let’s go to work”. All of us adults bust a gut laughing at their silly humor, and harmless fun and hoped they didn’t get stuck on the bikini bar.
The girls can’t yet come up with an idea to “out do” the boys in lifeguard uniforms. We’ll see what happens as the week progresses. We are only half way. And these girls won’t give up until they either win or time is out. (May I just smile from my toes through my teeth because I am in this family and my children can enjoy a childhood making memories like this? I am.)