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Woman, reader, writer, wife, mother of two sons, sister, daughter, aunt, friend, state university professor, historian, Midwesterner by birth but marooned in the South, Chicago Cubs fan, Anglophile, devotee of Bruce Springsteen and the 10th Doctor Who, lover of chocolate and marzipan, registered Democrat, practicing Christian (must practice--can't quite get the hang of it)--and menopausal.
Names have been changed to protect the teenagers. As if.

Monday, February 21, 2011

What we have here is a failure to communicate

We like to listen to the radio in the mornings--NPR's Morning Edition.

Hugh comes stomping downstairs. "Why is the radio on?!" he bellows.

I am in Zen-Mom Mode. I ignore the fact that the radio is always on in the mornings. I reply, oh so gently, "Your dad and I like to listen to the radio."

"They're talking about bears!" Hugh shouts in outrage and stomps back upstairs.

Teenagers are just so odd.
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