While out at Six Flags with the kids, getting on a ride:
Mom: Teens! Sit! Good Teens...
(and the crowd goes wild). While back at home:
Me: Stop annoying the teens child...
Teen Friend 1: Yes, we have cell phones...
Me: What? Are you going to call and annoy us to death?
Teen Friend 1: Umm, well, we could poke with the antenae...
Teen Friend 2: (directed to Oldest and Teen Friend 1) You both are so blond...
Me: So, what were we talking about?
*crickets*
Me: Who should be blond?
Ahh, the joys of teenage angst...I mean, torture... ;)
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