My kids are funny and will say (and do) the funniest things at times. Last night, watching Kitchen Nightmares on Netflix with the teenager, we had a heated discussion about which episode was coming up next. I tweeted what he told me:
My teen just said “I hate having to explain stuff to old people” while watching #KitchenNightmares. I’ve officially reached old status. Joy. — Kim Miller (@KimAtLiah) August 29, 2014
He switched places with me because I wanted to stretch out on the couch and relax my back. I’d climbed up on the arm of the couch earlier in the evening to close the a/c vent so we could go from an Alaska climate to a normal climate in the living room. Fell off the damn couch and slammed my foot into the hated industrial stone coffee table and slammed my back into the wooden support on the back of the couch. Naturally the cushions were on the floor because the dog had knocked them down – like she always does.
The teenager tells me, “If you fall asleep, I’m drawing a little wiener on you.”
I told him, “Yeah, right. I’m not going to fall asleep when Gordon’s on!”
I woke up this morning with a little weiner on my elbow. Complete with balls and hair. God help me.
