Okay, so. Now that TB is firmly in the throes of Teenager-dom, I have begun knocking on his door before entering. Mostly to avoid seeing something that can’t be un-seen and that would probably initially horrify me even though I would make no end of fun of him later for it.
Anyway, this afternoon, I knock on his door and wait for him to let me know I have gained entry. When I walk into his room, instead of remaining seated at his computer desk as is customary, he has leaped from his computer chair and is standing at the door with his guilty face on. I know it’s his guilty face because neither one of us can lie for shit and we have no kind of poker face.
I told him whatever I needed to tell him, then I almost walked out of his room. the key word here being almost.
I had to ask about the guilty face.
Me: Why do you look guilty?? Are you looking at porn??
TB: What?!?! NO..
Me: You know your Dad can check your browser history & shit so if you’re looking at porn or something else we wouldn’t approve of, you’d be better off saying so now.
TB: I’m NOT DOING ANYTHING!!
Me: Then why do you have your guilty face on?? I know it’s your guilty face because I have the same guilty face. What the hell were you doing?? WHERE’S THE POO!?!?! (That’s a HIMYM reference BTW)
TB: THERE. IS. NO. POO!!!!
Me: I don’t believe you. I can’t prove otherwise, but I KNOW you’re up to something in here…
Later, in a slightly sarcastic/slightly heartfelt attempt at busting him, I burst into his room without first announcing myself.
Me: HA!!! You weren’t expecting me, WERE YOU!?!?!
TB: What are you DOING!?!?!
Me: Nothing. Here’s your backpack.
I’m keeping my eye on that kid for a few days….
He didn’t have his guilty face on for nothing.