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| Come close to me, little orangutan... let me love you. |
Would her brain turn to goo and and just go Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!?? Would she be incapable of driving for a good 15 minutes while her brain processed the information?
What if that happened? What if she was wearing said kid's signature Canadian toque with the flaps that stick straight out on either side because she wasn't expecting anyone to be going on any dates today and she wan't even going to get out of the car in the first place, let alone try to be cool about a date... So not only did her brain slide out of her ear on one side, but she looked the part of ultra nerd mom with a flappy Canada toque. That is to say IF this lady is Canadian at all.
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What if her kid's date picked a movie that is pretty dang scary and then like... the mom heard some words coming out of her mouth as follows and couldn't stop them, because it just happened like that scene in Bridesmaids where Maya Rudolph poops in the street in a designer wedding gown?:
The Mom's mouth: Oh? Are you sure you want to see that one.......?
The Mom's inner thoughts: No... no... don't say it!!! STOPNOWSTOPNOWSTOPTALKING. DAH NAHT TAHK AN-AH-MARE!
The Mom's big fat mouth: Because it's really scary!! Are you sure you won't....
The Anonymous Mom's inner dialogue: SHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUP... You're saying it! You're saying it... it's happening... Oh god... It's coming out of your face.... What should I do? Should I punch myself in the throat??? Should I swallow a wallet or some keys? *fist fights itself from coming up toward her face* The dweebiness.. is...tooooo.... strong.......
The Mom: ....be too scared.....
The Mom's screaming inner dialogue: NoOoo NoooooooOOoooooooooo! It's his first date for the love of God!!!! FOR THE LOVE. OF. GAWD. SHE IS RIGHT THERE!!!!
The Mom's talking mouth again just a truckin' along like the holy greased pig of embarrassing mothers: ...... Honey?
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*turns sheet white... realizes a battle has been lost this day... get the piper because the battle of cool is over. She might as well just buy those elastic-waisted jeans, those orthopedic shoes, that sun visor and join some kind of work-bee club and become the head of a homeowners association and spend her time measuring people's lawn growth so she can issue neighborhood citations It is time to just kind of wither away into a pruny, dead-eyed TV-bingo enthusiast because she's almost there, Readers. Do her a favour? Send her a cat tree and a box or two of white wine.
The Mom's inner dialogue: You did it. I can't believe this. In front of the girl. You might as well have wrapped him in a blanket and checked his teeth for sugar bugs and told him not to buy too much candy at the scary movie and to think about his guardian angel when he gets extra scared on his date. Why not just say those things? Being on a roll and everything. I am so depressed that I'm going to go read some W.H. Auden laments and take a muscle relaxer.
The Mom's mouth: Um... here is some money. Lots of it. I'm going home to have your Dad cut out my tongue. But first... Don't forget to have a hotdog at the movie cuz yer growing!!!!! *pinches cheeks*
Well.. almost that.
That's what I imagine might have happened if someone did that today if they existed. I just know that I'm personally in no way affiliated with this other dweeby woman *sips beer* *straightens bangs* *brushes cookie crumbs from boobs**Puts on Nirvana* *Turns Nirvana off again because loud*.
13 comments:
Don't worry about saying the wrong thing. My teens only remember it for about 2-3 years before they finally move on. I'm sorry. I'm laughing too much to have empathy. But believe me, I feel your (hypothetical) pain.
I go above and beyond to be totally embarrassing and they just have to get used to it. Unfortunately, my kids reputation got around as the kids with the crazy dad. They were each bringing dates home just to see the show.
It broke my daughter's heart after a boy didn't go out with her a second time and told her, "Oh, I just wanted to meet your dad."
I have started a saving account to pay for their therapy later.
I dunno, it's kind of a relief to think that embarrassing parents might be doing it completely by accident! Hahaha. :)
This made me laugh at loud. I'm sure he'll get over it. Maybe.
DBS- Now the lady has a dilemma... does she carry on in the fashion of liberated nerd parent or try to smooth things over? Time will tell.
Brett- Well. You don't want those jerks dating your kid anyway.
Ellen- Nobody ever knows what they're doing and if they say otherwise, it's LIES.
Stephanie- Yeah. That poor someone else's kid.
It could be worse. You could be that NOT hypothetical parent who goes with her daughter to pick up a prom dress then insists on showing the dress to the cute boy working at the mall while loudly saying, "All she needs now is a DATE!" It's been 20 years and I'm still mad at my mom for that one!
I would do the exact same thing. Well, not the wrestling with myself part. That was weird. The rest was totally legit.
You just need to majorly overcompensate next time - maybe by getting him a fake ID.
I can't see any flaws in that plan.
Don't feel bad. A few months ago my daughter brought her boyfriend to Sunday dinner to meet us for the first time. I drank a little too much wine and told him he had a fantastic nose. Just kill me now.
What's cool though is how forgiving kids are, how quickly they forget these moments, and how they never bring them up to their therapists later in life.
I just needed to tell you how thoroughly I enjoyed this post.
Even if... this person... had been as cool as, oh I don't know, who do the kids think is cool these days? Beiber? Is he still around? Anyway, even if you... I mean, THEY... had been as cool as Beiber, the kid still would have been mortified. It's the way of things.
Haha my son just tells me to stay out of sight!
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