Tonight while studying diligently and, hopefully, fruitfully for tomorrow's Old Testament final on prophets, I noticed the sound of a movie blaring in the other room. Imagine my horror when I walked in and saw Ethan and Brenton watching ... High School Musical 3. Egads! Have the lads no shame! Julie, Claire and MerriGrace were watching it and I'm OK with that. But my teenage boys! Taylor, fortunately, would have no part of this travesty, this scandalous, repulsive behavior. He walked by shaking his head making disparaging comments about their apparent lack of manliness.
I'm not sure if Brenton and Ethan were caught in a momentary bout of weakness, if they were bored out of their skull (Brenton should not have been; he has the same Old Testament final tomorrow.) or what exactly was going on. I just know that only the night before they were playing football video games on PS2 and delighting in the bone-crushing hits in the game. And best of all, when they scored to go up 42-7 at halftime, they kicked on onside kick! Later they joked about how after their team -- which was the visitor -- cleaned the other team's clock they would load the opposing team's cheerleaders on the bus and burn down the home team's stadium on the way out of town! (Editor's note: Matthew...please. Is this appropriate? Author's reply: Very much so. Sherman left no doubt when he marched to Atlanta. Same goes for PS2 football.) Clearly it's time to man up around here. I'm breaking out the boxing gloves. Or maybe I'll have them spend more time with their little brothers, who man up routinely by parading around shirtless and sitting around their room at bedtime seeing who can pass gas the loudest.