Actual conversation with my 14-year-old son…this past
weekend, in the car, while driving to the store to buy him some clothes –
because he has outgrown every single thing in his dresser!
14yo: YES! Gonna get me some fly threads!
Me: Excuse me?
14yo: Yup! Gonna be some fly threads…like a G6!
Me: Hey buddy! We are on a budget here. You might have to
settle for something a bit less…a G3 perhaps?
14yo: MOM!! Really? *groan*
Me: Yes, really…unless you have a job and some cash hidden
away somewhere I don’t know about.
14yo: FINE! (folds arms across chest and exhales
dramatically) What about G4?
Me: Nope. G3.
14yo: How about G3 ½??
Me: Dude! You will wear what I buy for you.
14yo: G3 ½?
Me: What is this?
14yo: I’m negotiating…like on Pawn Stars.
Me: (facepalm) Great! Well, it’s not going to work.
14yo: ARGH! Fine mom. G3. You don’t love me.
Yes, my boy! That is definitely it! I obviously do not love
you – at all! In fact, I spend hours of my free time thinking of ways to show
the world exactly how much I do not love you. For example, by purchasing new clothing
for you and forcing you to leave the house bathed, with brushed teeth and
wearing clean/presentable clothing…sigh. Yes, definitely it. I do not love you!
SIGH!! You big (literally, because you are taller than me) dork!
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