OMG, I recently discovered my son is a "Scene Kid." Only not really, because he IS IN A BAND and doesn't just KNOW someone in a band. This week, he laid down the tracks for the drum. The band, its genre, is Hardcore Power Pop. The next day, when his arms were cramping from the six hours of drumming, he arm wrestled everyone in his class. And, won. Yes, he even arm wrestled girls.

And, yesterday, at two-thirty am, when Josie kidnapped him and took him to Lafayette and they walked into my sister's home, my other sister mentioned to the homeowner that her niece was bringing strange guys into the house late at night. "That was probably Will," I said. "How long is his hair," I was asked. "Long," I said. (Actually, it is long on the sides and shorter in the back, because, you know, Scene Kid.)