a. Mom, I can't wear the black Uggs with the brown belt. Ohmigawd (yes, it's one word). You just don't KNOW.
{No, clearly I do not.}
b. Mom, you are NEVER going to believe what
{Things used to be so simple.}
c. Mom, I'm hungry.
{Why am I not surprised?}
d. Mom, we don't have ANYTHING to eat.
{Except that cabinet full of food.}
e. Oh. Em. Gee. Mom. Your boob is totally bigger than the babies HEAD.
{Gee. Thanks.}
f. Mom, don't worry, it's ok for you to get big when you're pregnant.
{And. Again.}
g. Mom, are stretch marks inherited?
{Yeah. In reverse. I got mine from you.}
h. Mom, I have the BEST idea. Let's go SHOPPING!
{Wow. That sounds super fun. Let me ask my huge human head sized boob if it wants to go too.}
i. Mom, my room IS clean. No, it's clean. I swear.
{By the standards of? A homeless guy? Oh, ok. As long as we're clear.}
j. Mom, WTH, why can't I have a facebook. Come ON. PUH-LEASE.
{Ask your father.}
k. Mom, how do you know when you're in love?
{If you have to ask, you aren't}
l. Mom, what if you like a boy but he doesn't like you? Ooooor what if he doesn't even KNOW you?
{Introduce yourself. If he still doesn't like you, he's a idiot. At least temporarily. Move on. Wait 20 years. Call him up. See what happens. Maybe you'll get married. :)}
m. Mom, why is your hair like so awesome and stays curly and mine won't stay curled at all. It's LAME.
{Genetics. Learn to love the hair you've got. There is a no exchange policy on hair.}
n. Mom, does this purse look ok with this outfit? (always say yes. Always. You're going to be wrong anyway)
o. Mom, when did you lose your virginity? Were you like married? Or what.
{How about we talk about my stretch marks again?.}
p. Mom, what is sex like?
{Fun. Or it should be. Next topic. }
q. Mom, you are like (btw, insert the word 'like' randomly in any sentence for 15 yo effect) SO good at being a mom. No mom, really. You're like (there it is again) GOOD. How did you get so good?
{Years of practice. Mostly on you. Sorry about that.}
r. Mom, Ella is the luckiest baby ever to have you for a mommy.
{Thanks honey. I love you too.}
2 comments:
g. Mom, are stretch marks inherited?
{Yeah. In reverse. I got mine from you.}
I swear I have stated this very thing to my middle son...who made me so big when I was preggo I swore I would never be that big ever again.
Ahh the ABC's of 15 yearold girls...love it! :)Maybe yours could teach mine how to BE 15. Peyton's mastered the letter i, right down to the...No, it's clean...I swear...Mom, please don't open the closet...no, Mom...really, you don't want to do that. :) Clean rooms are a crafty illusion...when dealing with a 15 yearold girl. :)Stace
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