It’s been a rush of holiday prep around here lately, punctuated by feeding my seasonal addiction to Starbucks’ gingerbread lattes (light whip, no nutmeg – yes, I am that person in line in front of you with a lot written on her red cup, thank you very much, it’s only this time of the year, so back on up off-a me, ah-right?)
Today I dashed off to collect my liquid fix while R. got A. and her stroller into the car to go home.
Me: I got lucky! No wait. This whole herd of teenagers came in just after me.
R: Is that the right word? Herd?
Me: Like a gaggle? “An annoy of teenagers?”
R: Like “a murder of crows.”
Me: Yeah.
R: “A punishment of teenagers.”
Me: Yeah, that’s it.
Displaced 
Don’t hate on teens, you’re going to have one sooner than you might think. And she’ll be a girl to boot.
Don’t I know it!! I’m hoping that I remember my teen years well enough to have patience with hers:) Or maybe she’ll be the well-tempered exception… Hahahahaha!!!
My second daughter entered teendom last month and I must say, I’ve thus far had a bit of luck having teen girls (simultaneously knocking on wood and typing). Now my 11 yo son…totally unprepared for having a boy. Did you ever happen upon Calvin and Hobbes – the comic strip? I read them devoutly as a teen and always hoped I’d have a boy like Calvin. I suppose I have only two wishes left.
I LOVED Calvin and Hobbes:) I’d be of two minds about having Calvin as my own though: on the one hand, super entertaining and would be an awesome adult. On the other hand, constant source of anxiety!
an annoyance of teenagers.
that gets my vote.