Supah cool. Like, legit.
My daughter has gone to camp. Without me. For the first time. She’s, of course, cool with this turn of events; I’m the one who’s suffering:
I miss her.
So, I thought I’d share some of her most recent wit and wisdom:
(Said with a sigh, and a far-off look in her eye) “I hope there are roller coasters in heaven.”
She recently removed her earbuds to inform me of the following: ”Mom, I think I’m gonna have to make a play-list for the few crappy pop songs I actually like.”
Exasperated with me, she yelled, “Aaauuugh! You are so parental!”
(Flipping out over some little bug that wandered into her personal space) “It could probably sting me! Or bite me! Or cause some ma…ma…malady!”
Apparently, I’m no longer cool: “Mom, there are certain words you are not allowed to use. Like ‘legit’.” (I, of course, have taken to using this word like teenagers use the word “like” in her presence: at least two or three times per sentence.)
(We are in the car, and she reaches over to cranks the stereo) “Oh!! I love this song! Can we be *That Guy” and turn it all the way up?!?” I smiled at her. She cranked it. We sang loudly. (Dead Sara-Weatherman)
After having a Facebook account for a about a week, she said to me, “I used to think being able to read people’s minds would be the greatest super-power ever. Then I got on Facebook and realized how awful that would be.”
She recently announced: “I am the essence of cultural coolness.” I smiled at her and said, “Legit.”