Once, I was a teenaged girl.
My teenaged sons assure me, however, that that "once upon a time, long, long ago, in a country far, far away" experience has absolutely no relevance to life as they know it today.
So I wonder, do teenaged girls today--
flush the toilet?
zip their jeans?
tie their shoelaces?
close cabinet doors?
shut dresser drawers?
toss their dirty clothes in the basket?
write down phone messages?
write down legible phone messages?
write down legible phone messages that they then remember to give to the messagee?
use a breadknife rather than the chef's knife to butter their bagle?
twist the bread bag closed?
put the mayo bottle back in the fridge?
put the cap on the mayo bottle before putting it back in the fridge?
put the empty mayo bottle in the recycling bin rather than back in the fridge?
regard the distance between the sink and the dishwasher as an unbridgeable chasm?
recognize that when the linen closet shelves yawn blankly, it is time to collect and launder the many damp, molding towels draped, strewn, clumped around their bedroom?
or do they instead raid the outside storage room for beach towels? or resort to dish cloths?
Do teenaged girls yell at their mom for waking them up?
yell at their mom for not waking them up?
yell at their mom for calling them more than once to wake them up?
yell at their mom for calling them only once to wake them up?
Do they smile cheekily and say, with utter certainty, "You know you couldn't live without me"?
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