Life Crisis
So, last night my teenager - my sullen, black, dark, 15 year old teenager - said to my mother and me that I, Jennie, am never silly. He's never seen me silly. He doesn't seem to think I have a silly bone in my body.
I covered my eyes with my palms and groaned, "I'm in crisis." This is how we know our lives have taken a grave turn, when our kids don't think we're capable of silliness.
How can it be?
HE'S KNOWN ME FOR 15 YEARS!
I AM silly, dagnabbit!
Heck, it's one of my very few, meager capabilities!
I covered my eyes with my palms and groaned, "I'm in crisis." This is how we know our lives have taken a grave turn, when our kids don't think we're capable of silliness.
How can it be?
HE'S KNOWN ME FOR 15 YEARS!
I AM silly, dagnabbit!
Heck, it's one of my very few, meager capabilities!
And before the day is over I WILL remember something silly I did in the last 30 years if it kills me!
I THOUGHT *SILLY* IS WHAT I DO
BEST !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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