I know that growing up there were certain things that I just didn't want to know about my mom. I'm wondering if there are certain things that I just don't want to know about my daughter as well.
In this enlightened time, we like to make a lot of open communications with our children. I was ridiculously angelic as a teenager. Obnoxiously angelic. And even so, there were things that I didn't share with my mom. I'm not so naive as to believe that my daughter shares all with me. I just hope she shares something.
But I don't want to know about the cross-dressing boyfriend. I'm hoping it's a phase.
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Obnoxiously angelic? Really, Karen?
I make myself sick with how little I broke rules as a teenager. I was one of those kids you want to smack for being all prissy-good. THAT kind of obnoxious. Really.
And don't tell me you don't remember. You were almost as much of a goody-goody until you got all popular your senior year.
I was always popular, I just didn't know it.
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