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Would killing your own teenage son be classed as murder or pest control?

Okay, "Angry from Leeds", what's the boy done now?

Teenagers plus Alcohol equals justifable homicide. I think I might be able to get a decent lawyer to make it stand up in court.

Hello Rhino,
Tried to answer you but I think I have accidently started a new thread! Anyway about the teenage son.
I had two, and know the feeling of murder quite well. I remember telling someone, now long after having our first son, that I suddenly understood that I could actually murder someone. They burst out laughing, and said the poor little soul couldn't have done anything that bad yet. I said that I meant that if anyone tried to hurt him, or do anything awful to him, I could kill them.
Of course in the teenage years, that feeling comes back, but directed more in their direction. I don't think that there is anything quite so annoying, as having the child that you walked up and down the bedroom, holding while they cried when teeth came through, worried yourself to death about, everytime they went down with chickenpox, or mumps, or anything else, went out of your way to smooth their path, at the total destruction of your own social life, lived on the edge of hell, when they had to go into hospital for treatment, and the child that you paid for to go skiing which they didn't enjoy, when you didn't have a holiday at all, tell you that you don't know anything at all, you're an oldy, and should stay out of their business, and they don't want any of your advice thank you.
We can only hope that when their turn comes, they will remember their own words, as I did, of course, and realise how much we loved them. luv JB

JB

Thanks, Its nice to see someone understands. I was being to think that it was only me that was like that. I am comforting myself with the idea that I have a long time to plan my revenge. I intend to use any grandchildren that my come along as weapons.

Yours Scheming Evilly
Rhino

Good on yer Rhino.
Some friends of ours, who didn't have children of their own, gave my older son a carpenters outfit, when he was around three years old, complete with saw, nails, pincers, and a whole lot of stuff that we had to immediately remove, and put well out of reach. He of course bawled the house down, and we vowed we would get our revenge one day. (They really didn't understand what all the fuss was about).

Eventually the day came, and when their son was around three, we bought him a complete musical instrument kit, complete with drums, cymbals, castanets, whistle, tamborine, and bells etc. He turned into a musician, and is now in London, and works as a sound engineer, and works in recording studios.

Our son is not a carpenter.

Well some you win Rhino ....... luv JB