So last week I promised a story of a time I embarrassed my teen. Well, you know, one of the many times I've embarrassed them.
So, when my daughter, Fashionista, was in about eighth grade there was this commercial that was running....and running....and running. It starts with a scene of a girls' slumber party with some young teens and they're having a pillow fight and jumping around dancing and then HORROR! The mother comes into the room and thinks she's going to pull the "Cool Mom" card and she starts doing a cool dance from her time - THE ROBOT! The girls just look at her like "Oh my gosh! What are you doing?" Then the phrase was, "Wanna try something new?" And I can't remember what it was advertising.
So my daughter was having a slumber party and there were about 7-8 girls there standing in my kitchen and one of them say, "Well, what should we do now?"
Another one answers, "We can go downstairs and dance."
And I add, "And I could be like that mom on the commercial and start dancing" and I did a couple of robot moves and it was then that it happened. My body betrayed me. I did an audible explosion between my legs and they all heard it. They looked at me like I was a freak and a couple giggled. My own daugter says from the side of her mouth, "Mom. I can't believe you just farted in front of my friends."
"I didn't mean to. Wait until you get to be my age," I reply in my defense. "But you guys might want to move that way" as I flap my hands away from me. Then they laughed. If only they knew the truth about teenage boys. I was just breaking wind, I mean breaking them in - slowly.
THIS IS HOW IT ENDS
1 week ago