Dear Gideon, Dominic and friends,
Thank you for teaching me how to play Among Us. It’s not often I can hang out with a herd of 14- and 15-year-old boys (or want to, really).
Side note: What would a group of hormonal boys be called? A Testosterone of Teens? A Breakout of Boys? A (Growth) Spurt of Sons?
I can’t believe y’all were willing to have me in a game AND allow me in your Discord chat. I’m a mom; it’s not cool to be seen with me, I thought.
You were very welcoming and polite.
I’m sure it took some restraint to keep the convo clean, Gideon’s handle excluded. (Gideon, why?)
I realize I didn’t contribute much to the discussion. I was more interested in completing tasks than keeping my eye on character movements.
That one time I was the imposter was illuminating. I knew immediately I had given myself away when I popped in and out of a vent. It was an accident: I didn’t know what I was doing.
Gideon to me later: I can’t believe you killed me.
Me: I didn’t kill you. That was Roscoe.
Gideon: No! You killed me!
Me: Are you sure?
Dominic: You’re so ruthless that you don’t even remember the people you’ve killed.
Really, it was more ineptitude than ruthlessness.
Anyway, I know I’ll get better with practice. I hope you’ll let me play again.
With loads of appreciation,
Gideon and Dominic’s Mom
Observe and report 
What I like best is that you are BethCon5 You’ve also got me thinking of plural terms for teenagers. An Acne of Teens. A Pustulence of Pre-teens. A Rebellion of 15 year olds.
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Ha! Yes. And I think I like the last one best.
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I love them but they are a different species.
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They are. I feel like I’m a zookeeper.
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