Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Teenage Angst

Eryn: "Blah, blah, blah, blah."

Me: "Stop it. Do not be rude to your mother."

Eryn: "Hmph."

Me: "Stop it. You're being rude."

Eryn, stomping upstairs: "Fine. If you yell at me anymore, I'm going to feel like I'm going to die!"

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cookiequeen said...

I'm glad to hear it's not just us - that sounds exactly like conversations that happen at our house!

4:46 PM

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