Monday, January 31, 2011


If you have a teenage daughter, you know what this word can sound like:


I hadn't told her she couldn't stay out past eleven with her friends. I hadn't told her to do the dishes two nights in a row. I hadn't even borrowed her favorite earrings without asking.

"What? What did I do wrong?" I asked.

"Bwah! Nothing!" she flapped her hands in frustration at the last page of my unfinished manuscript. "It's just you ended on a cliff-hanger AGAIN! And there are no more pages left for me to read! YOU NEED TO FINISH THIS BOOK!"

That's the kind of teenage-girl exasperation I truly appreciate.


Kathy said...

What a fun post. Oh how I love you both!!!

Susan Kaye Quinn said...

Awesome! ;)

LeishaMaw said...

Now that is the best kind of "Mother!" to hear. :)