How My Teen Is Never Too Busy To Call Me…Old

I thought I was going for lunch. With my daughter. Turns out I was headed for a reality check. From my daughter. “Why don’t you call ahead and make sure they are open?” I suggested playing the role of the boring, plan-ahead mother. I play it well. Seconds later a concerned look spread across Daughter’s face. The wrinkled nose. Similar to when I ask her to clean her room. Just enough so that I can see a surface. Of something.

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