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I know I have four children but I haven't seen my 16 year old in a very long time. With band competition season in full swing, she is busier than I ever imagined. Saturday she had a competition then went to someone's house where she hung out with her friends. Scott had gone through his bedtime routine and was about to go to sleep when a tall and lanky teenager graced our bedroom door.

"What is that?" I asked.

"It's our daughter," Scott answered. She smiled at us and vaulted over the footboard, landing between us on our bed. Scott closed his eyes and played possum. The tall, beautiful 16 year old went into the detailed particulars of the competition and what everybody said until Scott announced it was time for bed and let's say a family prayer. For some reason this cracked us girls up and I sat up laughing which caused me to have a full glottal snort. This then only made us laugh harder.

"How many boys did you kiss tonight," Scott asked.

She rolled her eyes. "None."

"You like boys, don't you?" I asked.

"Of course I like boys!  What kind of mother asks that? You're in a weird mood tonight. What was in your dinner tonight?"

"I don't know. We had Hibachi. I drank three glasses of red wine."

"She did not," Scott said.

"And then we smoked a doobie." I continued then cracked up all over again.

"Did not," Scott intoned, his eyes still closed.

"What's a doobie?" the 16 year old asked. This made me laugh harder and caused more snorts. She rolled her eyes.

"Go to bed," Scott suggested to both of us. The 16 year old didn't move. She just laughed. I leaned over the 16 year old and told Scott we were now going to make out and turn this into an awkward moment for her, kissing him with all the passion of great Aunt Betty. Scott shifted his weight, rolled over and farted. More laughing and snorting. Scott was still playing possum. I felt an elbow in my ribs and she pushed me clear, vaulted back over the footboard and she was gone.

"She's gone," I informed Scott. "What do you want to do?" I asked suggestively.

He didn't even turn over to face me. He farted again. I laughed and snorted.

We really need parenting.

Comments

  1. LinOctober 12, 2011 at 6:49 AM

    Hahaha...this is one of the funniest post I've read all week! I love that your daughter didn't know what a doobie was, ah young innocence.

    The other day I actually told my mom she should smoke a doobie to help her chill out. My husband & I laughed our butts off, she didn't.

    No farts involved though so you win ;)

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  2. CountessLaurieOctober 12, 2011 at 7:08 AM

    She's gorgeous!

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  3. The Mecham FamilyOctober 12, 2011 at 8:36 AM

    LOL!!!!

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  4. JeanieOctober 12, 2011 at 8:46 AM

    Awesome. Sounds like the kind of parenting I can relate with! LOL!!!

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  5. M-CatOctober 12, 2011 at 2:11 PM

    best.parenting.ever!

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  6. SupaFlowaPowaOctober 12, 2011 at 11:52 PM

    lol.

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  7. AbbyOctober 13, 2011 at 8:15 AM

    hahaha I love it!

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  8. RachelOctober 14, 2011 at 9:24 PM

    I kind of sort of snorted about 14 times reading this.

    How unladylike :)

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