By Robin Weaver
My daughter has matured into a delightful young woman and
I’m extremely proud of her. The journey
to this delightfulness hasn’t always been so…pleasant. Like most moms with rather—shall we say headstrong—teenagers,
there were more teeth-grinding moments than smooth roller-blading. In
hindsight, some of the interchanges with my daughter now seem a bit comical.
As part of this month’s
potpourri, I thought I’d share some of the more amusing comments (even if they
did result in me pulling out my hair when initially released. 😊) Here are some of my
daughter’s comments from years past.
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What? 2,227 text messages in one month is a lot?
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Whaddya mean I’m outta money? I’ve still got a
whole book of checks.
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How many cups in a gallon? Isn’t that a song by
N-Sync?
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Why can’t I dry just one pair of socks and
nothing else?
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Brittney’s cousin Scott…that’s “who the hell”
told me I didn’t have to file a tax return.
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I was going to tell you about my report card…next
semester when my grades are better.
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For the millionth time… I cannot hear you
knocking over my blow-dryer.
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Said to my
late husband… Of course, I haven’t forgotten what you said about wasting
shampoo. I just need more than you. You wash your head with a facecloth.
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I thought the guy at Jiffy Lube was supposed to
tell me when I needed an inspection sticker. I can’t read those things.
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As a matter of fact, I DO know several guys who
would wear an orange jumpsuit in public.
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Overdraft Protection? No I didn’t read the Debit
Card Agreement, I specifically told that guy at the bank that I wanted an
account that would tell ME when I was out of money.
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Tons of my friends have three-hundred-dollar
cellphone bills. You’re so old school.
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They said they’ll turn my phone back on just as
soon as I come up with the three hundred dollars…duh.
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How am I supposed to get a job if my cellphone
is shut-off…I mean how would they get in touch with me?
SIDE NOTE: God
bless the unlimited text/data plans. 😊
Below all some all-too-rare occasions when Mom got the upper
hand…
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Said during
the cramped time we lived in a tiny apartment while building our house: I’m
well aware that we have only one bathroom. Are you aware that its only three
blocks to the Texaco station?
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No, I can’t turn my music down so you can
pretend to do your homework.
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No, you cannot eat Oreos for breakfast. The elves said “no.”
Final score: Her-2,227, Me-3.
But I have the best consolation
prize ever. No matter if it’s Christmas, Mother’s Day, or even St. Patrick’s
Day, my card is always signed with those three little words that make
everything else worthwhile: “Love you bunches.”
We’ll overlook the fact she still doesn’t know how many cups in a
gallon. 😊
Wishing you a holiday filled with love and laughter.
Robin
Robin
