Rated NPGP - Need Parental Guidence of a Pre-Teen

WARNING: the following may be quite offensive to those of you who don't have boys, have never been a teen, or had a teen brother, or have had a stupid mom, or been a stupid mom.

My conversation with my eldest last night, as I see him coming into the living room in his t-shirt and his boxers...

me- What are ya do'in?
Chandler- nothin.
me- Where's your pants?
Chandler- What?
me- your pants!
Chandler- oh, they had syrup on them
me- yes, but why aren't you wearing any pants?!
Chandler- they had syrup on them
me- I'm not deaf! Why didn't you just change your pants?
Chandler- I did
me- no you didn't. your not wearing ANY pants!
Chandler- (looking down at his skinny legs sticking out of his boxer shorts) yes I did, the other ones had syrup
me- (give me strength not to beat this child!) Chandler, you need to put some pants on.
Chandler- (looking around the living room like this is where I keep all the spare pants)
me- CHANDLER! GO CHANGE YOUR PANTS! PUT SOMETHING ON!
Chandler- I already changed my pants. They had syrup on them.
me- Go downstairs and don't come up again till your wearing pants.
(this is where I lost it with the child. He kept arguing with me, like I was an idiot, and didn't know what I was talking about...so I yelled down the stairs.)
me- Chandler, come here.
Chandler- why?
me- Chandler, come here!
Chandler- What are you gonna do?
me- I'm going to take you down to the crisis nursery if you don't get up here right now!
(finally, he comes up the stairs)
me- grab your ankles (oh my goodness, how I HATED it when my mom told me to grab my ankles when I was a kid)
he reaches down, about as far as his thighs, cause he know what's coming.
me- Chandler, grab your ankles.
he reaches a little lower, to his knees.
me- I said grab your knees. (he looks up at me, like, I am. What, are you blind?) Where are your ankles?
he knows he's not going to get away with a half crouch down to his knees, and so he thinks he can now outsmart his mom by squatting down to touch his ankles, with his rear so low to the ground there's no way I can take a swing.

Matt walked in about 10 seconds later, and I was at the laughing hysterically point. It was either that, or I was gonna cry. Is this what I have to look forward to as he enters the 'teen'doms? How do mothers make it through those years? Is it just my kid? And when did I get to be so stupid? Am I? I never thought of myself as stupid, but maybe I am.