Nothing, teenage boys like nothing.  They don’t want to go anywhere or do anything…with mom, anyway.  My flash of success was a trip to IKEA.  Boys were amazed by the vast selection of “stuff” arranged in a Disneyesque setting.   They happily tested and selected a futon, and were thrilled (could tell by half smiles on their faces as they grunted) to find a living palm tree for their bathroom.  Pushing our lunches around on a rolling cart was reasonably entertaining, too.  And then, as quickly as toddlers might be, minus meltdowns, they were ready to go.     I’ll suggest this activity again in a year or so.  By then, they’ll have killed the palm tree and will be craving the meatballs.