Monday, December 10, 2012

Blunt Honesty

Emily brought me a jar that she was trying to open but it was new and she couldn't budge it.  I took it and with one twist, got the lid off.

"Really?" I teased her.  "Aren't you supposed to be stronger than me by now?"

"Who says I'm supposed to be stronger than you?  I'm a teenager!"

"That's my point.  You're young, and you guys are always telling me I'm old."

"I never say you're old out loud, Mom.  I just think it in my head," she responded.  "And when I say you're old, what I really mean is - you're short."


1 comment:

  1. Sounds just like my Emily! Oh the joys of being the mom of teenagers!!

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