I don't knock on the bedroom door to the boy's room. My house, my room, he is just borrowing it until college.
Last night he got back from seeing Cloverfield. He was being a little - well a LOT of almost 15. So I went to his room and opened the door to continue to nag him (I as a mom am not above nagging) and he responded, "Mom! I was about to change, can't you knock first?!".
I responded "You're in your boxers and I wasn't finished talking to you!". (Yes, I call nagging "talking".)
So he got smirky said "Okay, fine" and pulled down his boxers.
GOD, I HATE 14!!!!!!!!!!!!
So, now he's grounded and has no phone. It's going to be a LONG weekend.
In the future though...
I'm going to knock.