Baby Girl had a friend over for dinner. A male friend. I would say a boy friend, except if I say that, Baby Girl gets a little panicky. She’s a little young at 17 to be such a commitment-phobe, but as her mother, I’m ok with it.
As we were eating, Baby Girl was nervously twisting her tea glass on the table. Did you know that if you nervously twist a wet glass on a wooden table, just when you least expect, the glass will make a noise not unlike the noise made when someone farts while sitting on a wooden chair?
I was so mortified on Baby Girl’s behalf, until she looked up, correctly interpreted the looks on our faces and told us that the cup did it.
Our response was a rousing chorus of ‘Uh, huhs’.
So she made the glass make the noise again. And this time, even though we knew she hadn’t just let go in the middle of supper, we giggled even harder.
I’m sure we made a wonderful impression on our guest.
Although, he was snickering as hard as anyone. I guess he fits right in.
The little reprobate.
Is anyone else experiencing the same downturn in traffic I am? Is it the whole internet, or are people just tired of listening to my personal shit?