Our home is the house where all the neighborhood kids come to, to play. This has been the case for years. We have a trampoline, trees to climb, a zip line from tree to tree, swing set, toddler climbing playscape, and a basement full of televisions (plural) and game systems. Brian and I like it that way. We know who is who, what they are like and our kids stay close.
Over time we've watched the neighborhood girls grow into teenagers and the boys also. Our eldest son included. Each summer brings changes but this year something is happening. The warm weather has brought old friends and THEIR GIRLFRIENDS to play in our yard. These children are fifteen and sixteen. Our son will be fifteen in July. To my chagrin I looked outside to see a boy sitting on the trampoline with his girlfriend standing between his legs kissing him. Ummm...NO! Not at this house my friend.
I had a little chat with the boy and my son, though my son was not guilty of this, about proper public displays of affection. They are not to hug and kiss and cuddle outside or inside our home. Sitting beside one another holding hands is fine or even a small peck goodbye would be okay but cuddle, cuddle, body presses we do not allow.
The boy said he understood but something tells me that I still have to police the situation. I got a report from Brise that there was some cuddling still going on. Brian had to lay down the law. I think they got the picture when they were told, "If we see front to front cuddling in our yard or home the girls will no longer be allowed in or around our home."
That pretty much got their attention. Now granted, our son was not one of the cuddlers but when did it happen that I have to teach the neighborhood kids not to slut it up in public?!
We have small children in our neighborhood and our home!
So far I've seen more talking and laughing and less kissy pooing but I'm already tired of trying to police the neighborhood hookups. I have many more years of this ahead of me. Mamma Mia!