High School Freshman one hour before it’s time to leave: “I don’t want to be late. Let’s leave already.” High School Senior fifteen minutes before first bell: “I have plenty of time. I don’t want to be too early.”
Teenagers gotta teen A photo posted by Cathy McCaughan (@cathymccaughan) on Nov 11, 2016 at 5:15pm PST
A: “Is the upstairs toilet fixed yet?” Dad: “Yes. If you pee, push the inner handle. If you poo, push the outer handle.” A: “Whaaat?” Dad: “One flush uses half the water of the other flush.” A: Walks downstairs to use basement toilet.
SuperTween has always been petite. She wasn’t a preemie. She has no serious health issues. She simply never made it above the 10 percentile on height. Every year at her checkup, I asked if she needed to visit a specialist about her height. Every year, they pondered her chart for a millisecond before telling me […]
“You are getting a razor of your own. Please don’t shave your arms again.”
As RenTeen approached the security gate beyond which we could not accompany him, his grandmother gave him a big hug and said, “Go and be safe.” Then, I gave him a big hug and advised him, “Go and have an adventure.” It is time.
RenTeen is going to London for Spring Break. While going over my checklist of errands and supplies for the trip, I realized that I left something important out of the preparations. I forgot to talk to the chaperones about what sometimes happens on airplanes when you have VonWillebrand’s. Me: “Has anyone going on the Spring […]
When one of my older children entered middle school, they surprised everyone by immediately having failing grades in their classes. We hopped on the online grade book and discovered that this child wasn’t turning in homework or projects. Tests and quiz grades were stellar. Homework was a consistent F. Since we knew the homework was […]
Me: “While you’re in the hotel arcade, mom and dad are going to take a nap.” Starving Artist: “I don’t believe you.”
Me: “A green, framed “Leaves of Grass” poster would look great in our bedroom.” Professor Teen: “Leaves of Grass? Is that a book or something?” Me: “Are you joking?” Professor Teen: “No.”