Kids say the darndest, cutest things.
Teenagers? Not so much.
When Catherine was little, helping make the bed meant pulling up “the comfortable”; the time between midnight and 6 am was “the side of night”; she wondered, while helping fold laundry, if my bras were meant for chasing butterflies.
These days, some of what comes out of her mouth is not nearly as endearing.
And I have no one to blame but myself.
See, as much as she is like her Dad in many (often maddening) ways, she embodies a lot of my traits, too — including my well-practiced way around a smart remark.
Here’s what happened last night:
As she made her way to the laundry room, finally ready to wash a load now that clean underwear was getting scarce, I noticed she had some lights mixed in with the darks.
“You don’t want do to that,” I said. “Everything will turn gray.”
“You mean like your hair?” she replied.
I was just telling my teen this the other day. I asked him why his shirt looked grungy and then asked him if he is separating his colors from whites. I just looked at me. I told him I guess his next lesson is how to bleach his whites. Teens are so so fun.
Yes they are! Let me know how that bleaching lesson goes…
If one of my sons said that to me, I would have to answer honestly and say. “Yes.”
Yes, well, it’s true here, too!
A friend used to think retroactive birth control was a good idea. And sometimes it is, even when they’re grown!
Kids do say the darndest things. This blog is reason #4,562 why I’m a bit sceptical about the teenage years.
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