Turning Thirteen..

It was a banner weekend in the house.

Disorder, turned 13 on Saturday.  There was much rejoicing (by him) and much consternation (by us).

He’s officially a <gasp>Teen Ager</gasp> now.

Nevermind that he’s been acting like one for months.

What does he want for his birthday?  Something simple.  Cash.  Oh yes, and permission to go buy a video game called “Call of Duty4 – Modern Warfare”

The game?  Raded “M” as in “If you even think of buying this for your kid CPS will be called forthwith and you’ll be dragged away in your underwear in the middle of the night.”

Well, it’s not that bad actually, but it is a pretty severe game.  I’d be a lot more ok with turning 13 if it didn’t involve SUCH a vulgar display of grownupedness (is too a word.)

So the rule is, if you can’t quickly think of a good reason not too, don’t say no.

So we bought the game ( I have to admit I’m pretty good at the sniper-parts. ), and he had a few friends over for an all-night testosterone-fest.. They drank way too much caffeine, ate way too much junk food, played way too much shoot-em-up games, and apparently watched “Lethal Weapon” at about 1:30am.  (probably rewinding and replaying the opening seen where the bare-breasted girl jumps out the window if I know them, it’s what I would have done at that age)   Now that he’s discovered them I may have to lock away some of the more risque titles….  The education he could get from “Sex In The City” alone makes me cringe….

So at what point do other people allow the “mature” games/movies into the house?  13?  15? 6? (Panic is very advanced for his age you know)