Thought of the day
Raising a teenager can be challenging some days.
And some days you have reached your limit.
And some days you have reached your limit.
Kyle asked if I could FaceTime him from the store so he could pick out a birthday card.
I called him from the greeting card aisle and immediately felt the love from the other side of the phone.
He answered like it was a major inconvenience.
I wanted to say:
"Sorry for interrupting you, dear child. I know you were putting your clothes away that have been sitting in your laundry basket since the last solar eclipse but you asked ME to call YOU so I can BUY your FRIEND a birthday card and present."
"Sorry for interrupting you, dear child. I know you were putting your clothes away that have been sitting in your laundry basket since the last solar eclipse but you asked ME to call YOU so I can BUY your FRIEND a birthday card and present."
I said, "Hey bud, what card looks good?"
Then I hear a lot of heavy sighs, moans and groans as he has to pause his YouTube marathon video session to pick out a card.
Finally, I hear him mumble "cat."
I repeated "cat" back to him and then he repeated it back to me several times at a much higher octave.
The card looked a lot like the one above.
Except this one only had a picture of the cat with foam on its nose and no cup.
I asked him if he wanted me to open it up to see what the card said when I heard a click as Kyle ended the conversation.
I opened the card and it said "Thanks a latte for the love."
He's going to love this one I giggled to myself.
I also knew Mrs. Shife had a stash of birthday cards at home that he could use when he got mad at me for buying this card for him.
I got home and gave Kyle the card.
I started laughing when he opened it and enjoyed the show as he writhed in agony, anger and befuddlement as he tried to comprehend why I bought him this card.
He didn't appreciate me thinking his situation was funny and told me I was the worst.
I said, "Thanks a latte!"
Meme dump
Thanks for stopping by.
Talk to you soon.
I will persevere.
I will keep moving forward.
I will be the stream.
SO MANY GROANS! But, on the upside, I'm now an Olympic hopeful!
ReplyDeleteCongratulations, Debra.
DeleteYou are a good man. My teens either get up off their butts and go with me and pick out their own card or they design their own on a sheet of paper. Thus far, they have always chosen the latter and the Mrs and I have a drawer full of homemade cards.
ReplyDeleteWe have the same drawer, Ed.
DeleteI was giggling right along with you about the card. You're more accommodating than I would be. I'm glad you got the last laugh.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Kelly.
DeleteHahahaha
ReplyDeleteOh yes. I have a friend who has a Tween and it’s kind of the same. Give or take a YouTube marathon. It’s a struggle!
XOXO
Sixpence
It definitely is.
DeleteBahahahaaaa! That'll larn the whippersnapper!
ReplyDeleteWe'll see.
DeleteThat story killed me! Poor Kyle, poor you; it kills me.
ReplyDeleteGlad you enjoyed it, Bob.
DeleteOh, I've been there many times and still am occasionally when I say something that the 38 or 34 year old disapproves of. I love the way you handled this, Matt! :)
ReplyDeleteThanks, Margaret.
DeleteOh, the oldest child syndrome……the world revolves around them. (I am also an oldest 🤓) That’s great news about us all being Olympic hopefuls, if we so choose.
ReplyDeleteI am an oldest as well, Bijoux.
DeleteHe's good. He just wants his back up story of "You should see the card my Dad thought I should give you."
ReplyDeleteThat is something he would do, Joanne.
DeleteGreat card pick. Even better comeback!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Mike.
DeleteBrilliant, just brilliant (with the card). Wish you had taken a photo of his face when he read the inside! Love all the memes, but favorite is the 5050 one :-)
ReplyDeleteTY, ANON
Deleteoooh I read these stories and wonder how I would react since I never had kids. I thought your card was perfection for the situation! Good job.
ReplyDeleteSometimes I do OK at things.
DeleteTeenagers! Isn't it great none of us ever struggled through those years? Hahaha. I eat peanuts.
ReplyDeleteI mean I was perfect.
DeleteTeenagers! lol
ReplyDeleteThey are something, Mary.
DeleteThat was a great story you told. Save it, it can be told again at his wedding or some suitable situation :)
ReplyDeleteThanks, Jeff.
DeleteThat gave me a good chuckle :) Thanks a latte for that!
ReplyDeleteGlad to do so, kden.
DeleteRemember this conversation, because you'll probably do it again when your daughter is Kyle's age.
ReplyDeleteCan confirm.
DeletePriceless :D
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