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WAR declared on teenage terrors

Your 13-year-old daughter slinking off to lock braces with that hair-gelled budding Lothario in the woods? Juliette and her Romeo will be parted before they’ve even met. Young love hurts, but not as much as low-voltage electricity.

teenagers-warIt was the ticket and information caravan parked on the plaza for our little seaside town’s  harbour festival that gave me the idea: a one-stop shop for the frazzled parents of unruly young teenagers.

So, welcome to our rather more discretely located Wild Angels Response (WAR) unit! We will start the tour shortly, after a brief introduction.

Maybe son number two is magnetically drawn to the naughty goings-on in the town’s shadier parts? No worries: we know where they — and he — are and we will have him home in no time. He will soon get over the shock. Call it tough love. He’ll understand. Sometime.

Your 13-year-old daughter slinking off to lock braces with that hair-gelled budding Lothario in the woods? Juliette and her Romeo will be parted before they’ve even met. Young love hurts — but not as much as low-voltage electricity.

We’ve been watching them all along, you see, And we have the concealed weapons to intervene. Swiftly and decisively. We’ll tell you more when we start the tour.

Come on, mom and dad, when these weedy weapons of mass disruption have you at your wits’ end and plinking angry tears into your double-strength espressos, laced with Amaretto, it’s war!

But it’s a war that you can win — WILL win — with us at your side. 

This unit is all about helping you end this conflict  — rapidly. You will be masters in your own home again. With minimum collateral damage.

Is all this necessary, you ask?

Listen up: your teenage kids are running riot, your house is a minefield with pubescent hormones exploding all around you. Doors slam, tempers erupt (not always their’s!), the verbal shrapnel zings your ears. Will it ever end, you wonder? 

Now the law doesn’t allow us to enter your home, but outside? We’re there: ready to defuse, disarm and deliver little Johnny or Jane home safely. Alive. And in no mood to resume hostilities on the home front.

Have we tried counselling, you ask? Look, if reason and responsibility were big with these guys and they didn’t try to kick the door off its hinges every time we say ‘no’, we would talk. And we will: when the war is over. Then we will negotiate bedtimes and whether they are ready for that back to school disco in that dodgy nightclub. And, no, it doesn’t matter if all their friends are going.

We are talking here about people who went to bed one night all snuggledy and grateful and woke the next morning in Stalag Azkaban, run by Despot Dad and Martinet Mom, the worst parents ever — and certainly the strictest, duh!

Let’s start that tour.

Out front we have the standard snack, taxi and phone-charging services. There’s an ATM machine for emergency Converse trainers or leggings from Primark, but at the back, concealed, is where the interesting stuff happens.

Here, in front of General Zod — I mean Mr White — we have our standard giant computer screen. That’s the Google street view map of your town up there — participating parents have the accompanying WAR app.

See those moving dots? The circular ones are on foot, the rectangular ones in vehicles.The blue are subscribing parents, the rest are kids  — your’s included. The colours relate to age and the shades correspond with their score on our own havoc risk assessment test. Dark is good, bright is bad.

If we see a vivid red circle heading for a known trouble spot, it’s all systems go.

It’s a bit like that Hailo taxi app thingie: I can tell it’s Johnny Blogs, aged 12, so I WAR app the parent nearest the scene and Johnny is intercepted — or caught rotten, depending on how soon our blue Mariah or Martin can get there.

If that parent can’t make it in time, we’ve got some real doozies lying in wait.

Here, on the left, see the control panel Storm, aka Mrs Flynn, is operating? See that vibrant purple dot heading for the harbour pier? That’s Storm’s 11-year-old daughter Abigail. She’s the girl who swore blind she wouldn’t go near the pier again after the accident the last time.

Those switches beside Storm are connected to the concealed weapons at and around the usual trouble blind spots — including the pier, of course. And elsewhere — sorry, that’s classified.

Abigail is getting closer. Storm has a choice of gas, electricity, water or flour. All intensity-adjustable. She has several to choose from at each location, at various heights, so the miscreants cannot see where the attacks are coming from.

First, she checks in with Emperor Ming (Mr Ryan, the park-keeper — a pretty cool cover, eh?) who has hidden the micro-cameras all over town he is scanning this afternoon from those screens to the right of the main one. Like a TV director, he calls up the images from the relevant cameras for Storm, using that row of buttons there, and she can take the appropriate action. Or aim.

A little bit of sneezing gas from behind the funnel on that little red fishing boat — you can see it there now on screen two which Ming has just called up — just as Abigail passes should do the trick there. It will wear off in 10 minutes or so. She won’t want to go near the water anyway.

You might like the new attachment we have developed for the water shooter for breaking up inappropriate love trysts. A fine, warm mist is directed downwards; this causes the boy’s hair gel to sag, leaving him crimson with embarrassment — you know how they are about their hair! He’ll be scurrying home. Mortified.

A few soothing noises when he sidles in the back door and your little lamb might even join you for that family movie you never watch together anymore.

That’s maybe enough information for now … if you want to sign up, grab one of those forms on the counter. Before you go, check out screen six … isn’t that your boy who just knocked the head off that prize rose in Mr White’s garden?

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41 comments on “WAR declared on teenage terrors

  1. Lol this did make me laugh. Kind of reminds me of what I was like at a teen, we really can be teenage terrors.

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  2. Ha, yes, I do have a teen and holy crap, sometimes he can get mean.

    I also have a nine-year-old who acts like a teen.

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  3. Mihaela Echols

    This is so great for teens.

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  4. kimmieklewis

    I have two teenage girls and sometimes it feels like they turn on a switch, and boy is it crazy!

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  5. Ha ha ha! I have a 22 yo, 13 yo, 11 yo, and 3 yo. I think I will have been the parent of a teen for roughly a bazillion years.

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  6. Lol oh man those teen years I’m not looking forward to my kids being teenagers 😂

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  7. I do not have Teens… yet. I do remember some of the things I did… lol

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  8. I don’t have kids/ teens myself but I remember the teens in my hometown sneaking off behind the bike sheds to smoke and drink cider!

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  9. Milica Momcilovic

    It is funny. My son is still 4 so I have some time till he’s a teenager. 🙂

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  10. I’ve got two teens at home! Pretty funny!

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  11. Funny post, and a great reminder of the importance of keeping a sense of humor, even through the most trying of times. Remember…this too shall pass!

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  12. This is hilarious. My nieces are now teenagers and they scare me.

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  13. Waiting for Fireflies

    Funny post. My kids are little, but I’ve seen lots of people compare the teen years to the toddler years, so I maybe I have some small idea of what lies ahead? But probably not 🙂

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  14. One day we will all be able to laught about it all! It’s maybe just the size of the people throwing the tantrums that causes most of the fuss. And we’re way past the naughty step

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  15. While I dont have kids of my own, I feel like I was probably a ragey teen at some point. I hope when I do have kids that I wont be as bad lol

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  16. Raising teenagers are so hard. If I knew how hard it is to raise teenager I would have never had children LOL. Even though I have really good kids, sometimes teens can be very self-centered and rude at times.

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  17. Hah ha this is fabulous! I am not close to the teenage years with my kids, but i was a horror, so i am already worried!

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  18. Elizabeth O.

    Now, isn’t this something that all parents of teens can relate to! They always seem to be looking for trouble! it would be nice to have this app for real!

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    • Be careful what you wish for Elizabeth. I am sure it could actually be done but imagine if those teenie tearaways fought back? Now that would be WAR. Lol. Thanks for reading

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  19. I would have loved that water sprayer last summer at our campsite I’m France, I would have blasted it over the hedge every night. Funnily enough your tracker idea is not far off reality now with the apps that can be downloaded onto phones! #BlogCrush Linky.

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  20. Lucy At Home

    Hahaha you’re a genius! Where do I sign up??! Mine are too little for this yet, but I remember my own teenage years vividly and so I’m dreading my kids hitting that stage…! Eeek! #blogcrush

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  21. Haha! That’s me a teenage nightmare fab read Thank you for linking to #Thatfridaylinky please come back next week

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  22. I am dreading the teen years! I remember being a nightmare so goodness knows what my kids will be like! #thatfridaylinky

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