Soon-to-be-Teen cracked me up tonight:
We’re sitting in the car, having just arrived home after last-minute preparations for the trip we should be making tomorrow (no pet-sitter yet, so I’m not sure if I am going or not -Tween may be going without me). I handed her the Publix wings I had just picked up and told her to hold the wings.
Tween: “This isn’t wings Momma.”
Me: “What do you mean? What is it then?”
Tween: *Smelling bag/box.* “This is chicken!”
Me: “Yes, I know.”
Tween: “Well, that’s not wings.”
Me: “Tween, what do you think wings are?”
Tween: “Buffalo!”
Me: Dead silence. Roaring, THUNDEROUS laughter. More laughing. “Honey … do buffalo have wings?”
Tween: “Quit laughing at me! Don’t you DARE text that to anyone (as I’m texting my friend)! M-o-o-o-om!!! I thought it was a part of the buffalo that they just CALLED wings!”
Me: *laughing my ass off … hysterical, whole-body laughter*
Let me tell you, after a day of working my ass off with my Boss/friend/BFF’s brother (who I call brother), I completely and totally needed that laugh. And I know, when he reads this post, he is ALSO going to laugh his ass off … and probably text Tween with something funny. She’s gonna kill me, but I cannot help it - such perfect, innocent, complete naivette.
(BTW, brother dear, do NOT tell Tween about this blog - you are the *only* one of (y)our immediate family who does, and I’d like to keep it that way!)
Love you all, hope you have a great weekend!
xoxo
