Oh, ma!

Then Mandy admonished her 'son'. “Samuel, did you finish your homework?” At first he took no notice, due to the blasting ipod buds. She went up to him and poked him in the shoulder. Looking startled, he popped one bud out of his ear. She reiterated. "Did you finish your homework?”

He rolled his eyes, like a teenager would, except we were talking about the creator of several masterpieces of latex art, not some pimply faced, bubble-gum-blowing teen living in the suburbs of Toronto. And yet, if I didn't know any better, there before my eyes, sat just that.

“Oh, ma! Lay off would you!”

I regarded 'Samuel' with astonishment. He still had what sounded like a bad Japanese accent, but his voice was now whiny and high-pitched and occasionally cracked, as a teenage boy's might.

“I mean it, Samuel. If you get another D in Social Studies I’m going to take away your Xbox!”