{"id":1526,"date":"2009-04-16T13:58:17","date_gmt":"2009-04-16T21:58:17","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/parentingteensblog.net\/?p=65"},"modified":"2009-04-16T13:58:17","modified_gmt":"2009-04-16T21:58:17","slug":"life-with-peppermist","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/gonfalon.org\/eclat\/2009\/04\/16\/life-with-peppermist\/","title":{"rendered":"Life with PepperMist"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.parentingteensblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/04\/peppermist.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/www.parentingteensblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/04\/peppermist.jpg\" alt=\"peppermist\" title=\"peppermist\" width=\"300\" height=\"250\" class=\"alignleft size-full wp-image-886\" \/><\/a>I&#8217;m the first to admit that when it comes to my kids? I got DAMN lucky. They&#8217;re mostly good kids, and I actually ENJOY hanging out with them, most of the time. I&#8217;d like to take all the credit, but I&#8217;m not sure if I can &#8211; I just know that as their Mother it&#8217;s my right to do so. Hee.<\/p>\n<p>Life with PepperMist, my 14 year old, is a never ending session of snarky fun and laughter and many, many days where I just shake my head and wonder. As amusing as I like to think I am, I couldn&#8217;t have possibly been as funny as my middle child.<\/p>\n<p>For instance &#8211; here&#8217;s a few of the conversations we&#8217;ve had lately:<\/p>\n<p>PepperMist: Don&#8217;t throw that fork at me!<br \/>\nMe: (tosses &#8211; laughing) You&#8217;ve been FORKED!<br \/>\nPM: AHH!<br \/>\nMe: (tosses more) And Spooned! And CANNED! And you DESERVE it!<br \/>\nPM: No! It wasn&#8217;t me! (grabs an empty picture frame) I&#8217;ve been FRAMED!<br \/>\nMe: &#8230; you win.<\/p>\n<p>PepperMist: So, I have this theory&#8230;<br \/>\nMe: Uh oh&#8230;<br \/>\nPM: They say you are what you eat, right?<br \/>\nMe: Sure&#8230;<br \/>\nPM: Well if THAT&#8217;s true, than aren&#8217;t we all cannibals?<br \/>\nMe: &#8230;wha?!<br \/>\nPM: Because I am a people, my friends are people, you I&#8217;m not so sure about, your an anomaly &#8211; but if to become a people we must eat people, by definition we are cannibals.<br \/>\nMe: &#8230; you win.<\/p>\n<p>PepperMist: So, my teacher asked me today HOW to tell the difference between informal and formal speech. I told him it was easy.<br \/>\nMe: Oh? Do tell&#8230;<br \/>\nPM: (takes on a very bad British accent) If it makes you want to read like this, then, good sir, it is most obviously and positively Formal Speech!<br \/>\nMe: &#8230; absolutely.<\/p>\n<p>Peppermist: (reading over my shoulder) Who&#8217;s Mindy?<br \/>\nMe: A friend.<br \/>\nPM: You haven&#8217;t mentioned her much yet, she must be a NEW imaginary friend!<br \/>\nMe: She wears a white coat, and is coming to take you away!<br \/>\nPM: to DISNEYLAND? the happiest place on EARTH?<br \/>\nMe: uh. no?<br \/>\nPM: WAIT! Is she a serial killer? because if she&#8217;s coming to take me away, I really don&#8217;t think I could go with someone that Kills Cereal. I love my fruit loops too much!<br \/>\nMe: &#8230;<\/p>\n<p>PepperMist: My hatred of feet has risen to a new level!<br \/>\nMe: &#8230;oh?<br \/>\nPM: Yes. My Anti-Foot Fetish is so bad that I&#8217;m going to CONVERT TO THE METRIC SYSTEM!<br \/>\nMe: &#8230;<\/p>\n<p>PepperMist: I have decided that I am a Zombie! BRAAAAAAAINS. I&#8217;m gonna eat your BRAAAAA&#8230;wait. Sorry, forgot about your &#8220;condition&#8221;<br \/>\nMe: Excuse me?<br \/>\nPM: (HEAVESIGH) Blond Brainlessness. Absolutely NO NUTRIENTS there.<br \/>\nMe: &#8230; Poor child. Just remember the Zombified apple does not fall far from the tree&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Me to Mindy: Not a court in the world would convict me.<br \/>\nMindy: She&#8217;s a Zombie. You can&#8217;t get in trouble for killing the undead.<br \/>\nMe: GOOD POINT!<br \/>\nPepperMist: Noooooooooooooo! I&#8217;m meeeeeltinggggg!<br \/>\nMe: That&#8217;d be the wicked witch, not a zombie.<br \/>\nPepperMist: Oh, in that case, YOU&#8217;RE meeeeeeelllllllllltinnnnnng!<br \/>\nMe: &#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Now, don&#8217;t you wish you lived at MY house?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;m the first to admit that when it comes to my kids? I got DAMN lucky. They&#8217;re mostly good kids, and I actually ENJOY hanging out with them, most of the time. 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