Teen: No such thing.
Teen: Mom, can I borrow some of your clothes tomorrow?
Mom: Why? Is it "Wacky Wednesday" at school?
Teen: No, "Fashion Disaster".
OUCH.
At the risk of sounding overly Proustian, don't you just love how a song/taste/smell can transport you back to the past? The other day, I heard Joe Jackson's "Stepping Out" on the radio, and suddenly it was 1982, and I was a college freshman, playing the cassette on my boom box in my dorm room. I just can't hear that song without being happy.
Sometimes, if I hadn't been present and conscious at their births, I would wonder if my daughters actually came from me. Seriously, these kids have some traits that I find inexplicable:
- They both hate mushrooms.
- They both dislike nuts.
- They both prefer creamy peanut butter over chunky.
- Thing Two's favorite ice cream flavor is vanilla.
- Thing Two is uber-organized and driven when it comes to school. She's one of those kids you to have tell to relax, that a B is not a bad grade.
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