Things a Mother Doesn't Need to Know aka TMI

I love my son. He's 19, soon to be 20, and an intelligent, handsome, congenial, confident, outgoing ... you get the picture ... young man. In one week he will be flying to Reno, NV to participate in the Irene Ryan audition/acting competition. He was chosen to run lines with the young woman who was nominated to compete. Last night, my husband and I decided to have coffee and dessert (after attending an all you can eat crab feed, which by the way was yummmmmy!) at the restaurant where my son is employed. He took a break from work and joined us at our table where a conversation soon ensued about his trip. He enthusiastically talked about his plans for the week and decided to inform me/us that, oh yeah, we're going to hire a stripper to come to our room, we only have to pay $20 each. All of a sudden, scratching 45 vinyl record noises were coming from my brain followed by screeching brakes. Stop. Rewind. "Excuse me, what did you just say?" was my immediate reaction and I verbalized this reaction to him. He looked at me and repeated what I thought I heard, but was not quite sure if I heard it correctly. We're going to each pay $20 to have a stripper come to our hotel room. "No you're not" were the first words out of my mouth. He again looked me directly in the eyes, with a straight face, nodding enthusiastically -- for impact I'm sure -- and said "Oh yes, we are".

OK kids. The moral of this story is ... TMI. I feel very grateful that my son shares his life with me. It was a goal of mine -- no secrets .. we share our lives with those close to us. And I also totally get where he's coming from. In fact, I would probably have done the same thing at his age, hell even today I might do the same thing. I'm going to Vegas next week and hmmmm, never mind. Why, in my heydey (what a word!) I visited Dandy's by Sea-Tac Airport on more than one occasion and made a total fool of myself screaming and tossing coins at the naked, except for a g-string, male dancers, but I really, really, really don't think ... no, I really know I'm not quite ready to hear the aforementioned words coming out of my baby boy's mouth.

So, kids, teenagers, young adults, please don't share this kind of information with you mother, mom, mommy, etc. It's just TMI.