Outnumbered Two to One

What’s worse than a single teen making mischief all by her lonesome?

Well, four teens of course.

Four lanky, giggling, squealing, smart alecky girls, who coincidentally thought they were the cat’s meow today when I dropped them off at the local movie theater to see a 7 PM showing of “Twilight”. (I completely realize hip teen girls do not say cat’s meow, or hip for that matter, I’m not a total square.)

My daughter had a blast in spite of not really caring for the film. The theme of the night was of course boys. The one thing she couldn’t get enough of. Eye candy. Or as she puts it “hot guys“. And she’s not talking about boys wearing parkas in the middle of summer either.

I love that she wants to share the experience with me. I think it’s sweet, and with her I’ve got to take the communication where I can get it. That she volunteered our house as the central location, and me to chauffer the minivan is rather flattering. But man oh man have I had my fill of teen chatter today.

Did you know the average teen girl can fit 250 words in a sentence without introducing a single mode of punctuation, except for a high pitch shrieking sound meant to express excitement, disgust, and/or hilarity?

Did you know when four teenage girls are trapped in a minivan for fifteen minutes they will all talk non-stop simultaneously over one another?

Did you know it makes a teen girl giggle to hear a grown woman say “What the flock?” when she almost rams a distracted driver who cut her off in traffic?

Did you know a gaggle of teenage girls can make you feel about ten years older than you felt when you got out of bed that morning?

I so need a nap. And maybe some hot tea. And some rice pudding.

See, I am old.

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