HATE IT WHEN THAT HAPPENS
So I'm driving Woohoo to school, all the while she's texting one friend after another, and talking to me at the same time. Some guy likes some girl, and said guy is going to ask out said girl, but said girl doesn't like said guy, and Woohoo knows this, wants to save the guy the embarrassment, but not sure how.
"Why don't you just tell him you asked your friend, and she's just not that into him?"
"No. I'm going to text Sarah and see what she thinks."
More texting, more telling me of the developments, and more butting in from me, until finally Woohoo looks over at me, all cute in her designer jeans and North Face jacket (read: uniform), and says, "Mom, don't tell me the answer, I'm a teenager. This is my time for making mistakes and learning from them."
I'm pretty sure she's right.
Damn.
Friday, November 14, 2008
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16 comments:
You've got a smart one there.
Very profound statement from your enlightened daughter. It looks like once again the apple never falls from its tree. Good job Mom.
That's funny
Future leader of America!
God, I was never that savvy as a teenager!
Smart kid you've go there. Wonder how that happened? HMMM?
Okay, I want to know how hard it was not to laugh (or slap her) when she said that. She's too smart, that one!
Love her.
In my neck of the woods, the uniform is North Face and Ugg boots. All Ugg, all the time. Are the Uggs big there too? (Smart daughter, too!)
Yep. She's a smart cookie just like her mother!
Don't you hate it when they're wiser than you? I do.
Joanne - Yes! UGGS! Forgot to mention them as part of the "uniform!"
How did you get such brilliant kids?! Must be in the genes (or in this case, jeans).
HAAA!! Cool chick.
:)
Cool Chick alright!! In our neck of the woods flip flops, jeans and a tank top are the uniform. We live in a very, very small beach town.
Smart girl. Took us years to figure that out and there was the wisdom in such a young thing!
Well I've looked all the way through but I can't find a button for your book!
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