Musings from Graceland

INTERVIEW OF A TEENAGE PERSON

Tonight, my oldest daughter and I are spending quality time together around the computer. We're ordering photos from snapfish (free S&H on nine cent prints...what a deal!), updating facebook profiles, listening to music, and now blogging.

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I told her I'd get off the computer and give her plenty of internet time as soon as I posted on my blog. But, I'm kind of coming up dry in the creative area so I'll be interviewing her for your reading pleasure and social edification. When titling this post, she chose to be identified as a "person". So let the person's interview begin.

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Person, please tell all of us middle aged mom types what are the top things we need to do to impress our teenager and their friends with how cool we are:

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1. Ummm...don't try to be cool by talking like a teenager. Don't say "like", and "you know", and "what up dudes", 'cause then you just sound stupid.

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2. If you do know about popular bands, don't be going on and on about how you don't like the lyrics when your kids are with their friends. Save that for privacy. Your child will be mortified and their friends won't even listen to you.

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3. Let us go in the places we want to to shop. You can give us your approval on the clothes we buy, but don't make us shop in Belks just because you think it has the raddest clothes.

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4. Encourage or help us to cut or dye our hair in cool and funny ways if we want to. That will give you MAJOR points!

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Okay...so here comes the scary, "let's get real" question. On a scale of 1 to 10, with 1 being the geekiest and most horrifying while 10 is the coolest and most understanding mom-to-a-teen, where do you rate me? You can be honest. I promise. I'll still let you eat my M&M's no matter what you say...though I still get all the blue and green ones.

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Ummm...I'll give you an 8.

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INTERRUPTION!!!! Anna just spotted a HUGE spider in my hair but she killed it. EWW-W-WWW!!!!

Okay, back to our regular programming.

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Ummm...I'll give you an 8 because some of your rules I think are too uptight and maybe some opinions too strongly expressed plus you're a worry wart. Now good things, surprisingly, I don't mind that you want to marry me off to a Jonas Brother. You're not abusive. And you'll take me to rock concerts and take me in Hot Topic and let me dye my hair whatever color I want. And you don't call me a devil child because I like guys who wear guyliner. Alright, we're done.

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Okay...the person has spoken. We're done!

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I love that person. Sniff-sniff.