Tony had some new friends over after school yesterday.
Two of them came home with him after track practice. One of them, let's call him "Eddie", I picked up from his home.
The reason I'm calling him Eddie is because he reminded me of Eddie Haskell from Leave it to Beaver.
I didn't think of him like that immediately.
The first thing he said when getting in the car was "Thank you so much Mrs. Z (dang blog privacy thing again) for coming and picking me up." and I thought "what a polite young man."
I didn't even think that after he thanked me two more times before we got to our house.
I still wasn't thinking that when we got home and he thanked me profusely for the snacks and pop I had set out for all of them.
It was when we got in the car again to take them to our little village square so they could hang out with some other teens. "It's really nice of you to give us a ride Mrs. Z, thank you!" he says.
Tony, obviously annoyed, says "why do you keep kissing up to my mom?"
I'm a little shocked Tony has said this "Tony! He's just being polite! Maybe you should learn to be a little more polite"
And this is when he becomes "Eddie" to me...
he says (in a perfect Eddie Haskell voice) "Yes, Mrs. Z. Don't you find that teenagers can never be too polite?"
I said I didn't and we talked a little more on the subject. But the rest of the evening that conversation and his tone kept gnawing at me.
I decided two things
1. Teens can be a "little too polite" and
2. I don't trust that kid.