You guessed it. I'm talking about my teenager.
Tall, smart, accomplished. Shaggy hair and smelly socks. Bright. Lazy. Hardworking. Irresponsible. Responsible. All at once.
Teenagers are a walking stew of opposites.
He loves me. He thinks I'm a geek. And, in his universe, I am. Doesn't he realize I was cool once? Some people actually think I still am.
Poor kid. A "cool" mom. How embarrassing.
parenting teenagers daily life humor
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