I took the kids to Wal-Mart and parked at the back of the lot to avoid the craziness near the store. GG (my 13-year-old) complained.
- GG: Awwww! Why’d you park so far away?!
- Me: You can walk. It will be good for you.
- GG: (with attitude) Are you calling me fat?
- Me: No.
- GG: Good.
- Me: I’m calling you lazy.
You’re probably appalled that I’d speak to my kid like that, but in my defense, she laughed pretty hard.
And the next day she told all her friends the story of how awful her mom was.
So they could be appalled.