I brought my son and his friends to the movies the other night. They were all perfect gentlemen. Then, on the ride home, the M&M’s kick in. They are talking louder, faster and giggling. One after the other, they ask if I can turn up the radio. Before I know it, they’re singing, dancing and talking about girls. Every one of them is talking about girls except my son, whose lips are sealed. Not with mom in the car, right? Let’s just say, I caught another glimpse of what it’s going to be like when he becomes a teenager.