I know, I keep saying that, but they are! Maybe it’s just MY teenagers…
Me: What’s that in your back pocket?
Boy: my wallet.
Me: the OTHER pocket.
Boy: A love letter.
Me: YAY! FROM WHO?
Boy: Not telling.
Me: From G? (That’d be his best bud, a boy, of course.)
Boy: No.
Me: From Z? (The other best bud, a boy, of course.)
G: That I’d believe!
Boy: NO!
Me: FROM WHO?
Boy: SECRET ADMIRER!
Me: But you tell me EVERYTHING!
G: not anymore.
Me: But I’m your best friend, Boy!
G: Excuse me?
Me: Your best GIRL friend!
G: NOT ANYMORE!
Me: *Sulk*
Boy: I win!
He then tossed the paper at me. It’s a study guide for an upcoming test in power mechanics. *L* See? Don’t YOU wish you had (my) teenagers?!
