Poned – “pwned” – by the preteens
My son, at right, and his pal sporting suave 'staches at It's All Fun & Fames on Commercial Drive
“Poned!” – or should I say “pwned!”
I hear this a lot but am not allowed to use it because cool expressions don’t work if a mom says them. It’s clear I don’t have the context right.
For much of this hot summer, I’ve been hanging out with my son and his pre-teen crew – when I’m not working on my new blog: SpeakingOfSafety.
Otherwise, I’ve been enjoying summer with friends and family – camping as much as possible and eating local in-season foods together outside. Haven’t been doing much yoga or any other exercise (and that has to change soon!) aside from chasing around with my son and his pals, which takes a fair bit of energy.
Embracing the pre-teen boy experience can be pretty hilarious, if you look at them the right way. Don’t see the “obnoxious” aspect. Try “mischievious” and “playful” and “full of energy.” Think of wild kingdom and picture the younger, smaller, way more hyper version of the larger animal. Pre-teen chimpanzees or tigers.
I find myself unbelievably irritated by their behaviour sometimes – like yesterday in Tim Hortons when my son and his friend kept changing their order at the till as we stood facing a confused new cashier in her 60s with a line-up of other customers behind us. Once I paid and we got to the table, the boys scuffled, grabbing for each other’s drinks, and spilled that iced de-caf mocha with extra vanilla and whipped cream.
A part of me will not outgrow their crude, immature sense of humour. Often I’m the “straight man” for their jokes, as I drive them to the swimming pool, and try to come up with my best “parental guidance” comment.
Much of the time, I try not to laugh aloud, but it often seems like such a lie to stifle it. They can be horrible and hilarious at the same time – depending on your sense of humour.
Yay! I love it, and them.
As you know my humour is often on the same level as a 10-year-old boy’s.
(P.S. Toby, you rock!)
Dude! You totally poned your kid!
Apparently the Jonas brothers are into poning (Rob found it on the interweb). So now, when Spence tries to pone me, I call him Jonas. It makes him very very mad, but I still think it’s funny anyway. Does that make me a bad mother? Don’t answer that.
Okay. If you like 10-year-old boy humour, you may like to know he tweeted “poopoo in the toilet” today. Considering the recent debate on this, and talking about it last night, I found his comment pretty stupidly funny. Considering what other people write, why not that?!
I used to get crazy when my son whose 11 used that word poned! I was like, that is NOT a real word. Alas it’s a word even if by accident and now widely used by all the hormonal pre-teens or tweens we call them. My son says mom tween isn’t a word. I say oh yeah… look it up!