That's my boy...
Hi - this one is really for extended members of my family, who are aware that my fifteen year old son is in Italy at the moment on a school trip. I want to make it clear, that he is a lovely, beautiful boy (who actually paid for the trip himself working on the clean team at the cinema).
However, by the end of this, there is a chance that if you don't know me you will think I'm a really bad mother. Good luck to you. You can post a comment and I promise to print it, but I am still posting this blog because I know all my family will be amused. OK?
But back to the story, Gabe has always been a very good boy. When other kids were getting into drinking, he just wasn't that much into it.
In Italy, the legal drinking age is 16. I guess he looks 16.
He has been away since November 25, having the time of his life. A week ago he went to stay with a host family, the Lelli's, in a very small town called Cesena. Their son, who is 16, is Jacapo.
A couple of days ago we got a text saying he had been to the pub. I was happy for him, I mean I love the pub and I have been going since I was 16. So I was happy. But the following is our
text exchange yesterday morning (late Saturday night, Cesena time).
From Gabe...
Hi guys, how are you Im testing you from jacopo's doorstep because we have been at the pub and I foot (yes...I know it was meant to be don't, but I thought it would keep the authenticity if I typed out his text word for word) want to walk up his parents.We have had a very fun night and are trying to sober up now. Have fun at nippers. Love Gabe
To which I replied...
Hey naughty boys! What do you drink in Italy? Beer? Did you take your camera to the pub, I would love to see some footage.
To which he replied....
No, Pina colada's, sex on the beach and red bull and vodka! ha ha It's very hard to sleep on tiles, didn't take camera but will have great memories. Me Bridget and Anthony all live very close. We walk to the pub together then stumble home. Love you.
To which I replied...
If you can't sleep on tiles then you obviously didn't drink enough (that is the bad parent bit). Is Jacapo with you? (That is the good parent bit, where I worry that he is going to be kicked out by his host parents)...
To which he replied...
No, he was too tired. As as far as the not drinking enough goes, receiving texts while asleep is also hard to sleep through. Also wore off the drunkenness as much as possible on the walk home so we weren't acting like dick heads to signora lelli when we got home. But they all went to sleep and I am left freezing on the door step outside in the italian winter...technically autumn... Now leave me alone.
To which I replied...
xx nigh nigh (Mummy always has to have the last word).
However, by the end of this, there is a chance that if you don't know me you will think I'm a really bad mother. Good luck to you. You can post a comment and I promise to print it, but I am still posting this blog because I know all my family will be amused. OK?
But back to the story, Gabe has always been a very good boy. When other kids were getting into drinking, he just wasn't that much into it.
In Italy, the legal drinking age is 16. I guess he looks 16.
He has been away since November 25, having the time of his life. A week ago he went to stay with a host family, the Lelli's, in a very small town called Cesena. Their son, who is 16, is Jacapo.
A couple of days ago we got a text saying he had been to the pub. I was happy for him, I mean I love the pub and I have been going since I was 16. So I was happy. But the following is our
text exchange yesterday morning (late Saturday night, Cesena time).
From Gabe...
Hi guys, how are you Im testing you from jacopo's doorstep because we have been at the pub and I foot (yes...I know it was meant to be don't, but I thought it would keep the authenticity if I typed out his text word for word) want to walk up his parents.We have had a very fun night and are trying to sober up now. Have fun at nippers. Love Gabe
To which I replied...
Hey naughty boys! What do you drink in Italy? Beer? Did you take your camera to the pub, I would love to see some footage.
To which he replied....
No, Pina colada's, sex on the beach and red bull and vodka! ha ha It's very hard to sleep on tiles, didn't take camera but will have great memories. Me Bridget and Anthony all live very close. We walk to the pub together then stumble home. Love you.
To which I replied...
If you can't sleep on tiles then you obviously didn't drink enough (that is the bad parent bit). Is Jacapo with you? (That is the good parent bit, where I worry that he is going to be kicked out by his host parents)...
To which he replied...
No, he was too tired. As as far as the not drinking enough goes, receiving texts while asleep is also hard to sleep through. Also wore off the drunkenness as much as possible on the walk home so we weren't acting like dick heads to signora lelli when we got home. But they all went to sleep and I am left freezing on the door step outside in the italian winter...technically autumn... Now leave me alone.
To which I replied...
xx nigh nigh (Mummy always has to have the last word).
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