In my fantasy life, I dream of having just one normal day. Just one.
While I was in the shower yesterday, reaching for the shampoo I saw this:
Being a parent of two college-aged kids, I found this inappropriate on more than one level. First, Yuengling is a crappy beer. As an IPA Enthusiast, I thought my kids knew better. Second, glass in the shower, not so smart.
So then I did what any normal mom would do in this situation: I snapped a photo and posted it on Facebook.
When Older Son was in the kitchen making his morning coffee (at 1:30 pm), he told me to remove the photo from Facebook.
Me: Sorry. I have the right to freedom of speech.
Him: Freedom of speech is a privilege. Take it off. It’s embarrassing.
Me: Sorry. It’s a right for the woman who pushed you through her body. I mean, think of shitting out a bowling ball.
Him: (looking at me, sadly) This conversation reminds me of a scene in a movie that’s trying to show just how crazy the mom is.
Me: Point taken. But it was like pushing out a 10 pound bowling ball! That means I’ve earned some rights and privileges in this family.
Him: (looking at me, sadly).