Not a teenager to be found anywhere in the house these days. Who am I supposed to embarrass now? I’ve been aged out of the job.
I was thinking that tonight at Costco as I found myself turning down an aisle full of pasta of all kinds. I wanted to break out into song and dance, maybe holding my cane up by either end, waving my arms in time to the music: “Udon oh! what it’s like…”
Cheerful embarrassings create the memories the kids tell to tease their parents with in their old ages.
I think my kids have a good stash socked away by now, ready for needling.