My Mom, Bush, Obama, and Me

I remember thinking how uncool my mom was when she would dance around the kitchen to music from WEZO, or when she would embarrassingly call out to the birdies at the top of her lungs when family or friends were around..."Birrrrrdiessssss....." OMG I wanted to crawl under a table.

Well, I guess I have turned into my mother. Not only am I uncool, I am also embarrassing too. When did this happen? Ughhh

Here is how I know: Darling Daughter's Principal called me to tell me there had been an "incident" at school. This is never a good word from that source!

It seems as though Tony Idontknowhislastname whacked her over the head with a stack of books.

After much discussion, it was concluded that the boy still has it "bad" for our girl. So instead of showing his affection in a way that landed him a stint in the time out room, I suggested other ways he could show her he cares. I told Darling Daughter a better choice would have been a tap on the shoulder, a high five or an exploding fist bump - to which my daughter rolled her eyes. Clearly she was letting me know just how uncool I had become.

I really thought I was hip like Bush and Obama! Shucks!