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My 13 year old was making a sandwich.  She took out all the ingredients and turned to ask me to cut a piece of cheese for it.  I told her I would then forgot when I went to my bedroom to change my clothes.  A few minutes later she found me in my closet and her dad on the bed.

"Mom, will you please cut my cheese?"  Scott and I looked at each other and shared a grin.

"Usually other people can't do that for you, honey."

"Whenever I try to cut the cheese, it just goes all 'phtthppbbb.'"

That pretty much did it.  Scott and I were doubled over laughing and the poor daughter rolled her eyes and left us.

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  1. Heidi Smith Luedtke -- LeadingMamaMarch 8, 2011 at 8:16 AM

    Too funny!

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  2. M-CatMarch 8, 2011 at 8:57 AM

    Have to admit - that was worth an eye roll! : )

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  3. Lisa Page RosenbergMarch 8, 2011 at 9:29 AM

    It's hard work raising parents.

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  4. AbbyMarch 8, 2011 at 9:40 AM

    haha awesome :)

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  5. June Freaking CleaverMarch 8, 2011 at 10:29 AM

    Now if you could come up with a lame joke everytime she needs assistance, she'll give up asking and become totally independent!

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  6. AmyMarch 8, 2011 at 11:17 AM

    That is so funny. Your poor daughter!

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  7. EmptyNesterMarch 8, 2011 at 11:22 AM

    Ah, the teen eye roll. How well I remember it. LOL

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  8. RiahliMarch 8, 2011 at 2:29 PM

    Ha ha!

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  9. LinMarch 8, 2011 at 3:16 PM

    lol...that's so funny!

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  10. HeidiMarch 9, 2011 at 9:33 AM

    I called a house with small children and a child answered. "She's in the shower," she said when I asked for her mom. "How about your dad?" "Ummmm, he's in the shower too." Snort.

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  11. CountessLaurieMarch 9, 2011 at 1:34 PM

    Oh jeez, mom!

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