Thursday, March 16, 2006

He thinks I'm a geek.

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.

1 comment:

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