Home from Camp

Yes, Matt is home. I wanted to be there when he was getting off the bus (there were 9 buses!) but they came early. I had to search for him with about 450 kids running around. When I saw him he looked either sleepy or not to happy, maybe both. Roger carried his stuff to the car while I walked with him. I asked him if something were wrong. I finally got out of him that his counselor's son had made him really mad. He had gotten on Matt's bed with all his stuff laid out and started jumping on it with his shoes on. Matt told him a few times to stop and get off his stuff. When he didn't, he pushed him off and said, "GET DOWN _________! I was HORRIFIED when he told me this. Matthew never says ugly words. AND THIS WAS A CHURCH CAMP TOO! I said, Matthew, how could you say that? Did you say you were sorry?" He said he did, but I think he was told too.
On the way home from picking him up he asked for McDonald's (well, first he asked for Longhorn Steak House but we nipped that in the bud). So while we were eating he proceeded to tell Roger some crazy story that he and his friend bought some apple cider at the little store and found a beer bottle, washed it out and then put the apple cider in it -like if they were drinking beer! Then later I think I heard him say he was just kidding about the beer thing. Still were does he come up with this crap? We don't drink beer, and although there is some beer in the fridge, we used it for cooking with chicken and shrimp!
WHO IS THIS KID? WHAT DID THEY DO WITH MY CHILD?!?!