"I don't remember..

it was like 15 minutes ago"

The 15-yr-old daughter just came into my room to show me her 2nd degree burn on her chest. She was straightening her hair with her flat-iron & has two long marks near her clavicle.

me: Damn girl, did you drop it?

her: I don't know.

me: Were you resting it on your chest while waiting for your hair to straighten or what?

her: GOD MOM, It was like 15 minutes ago. I don't remember. What's with the THIRD DEGREE?

and stomps out of here like I asked her to drive a staple thru her eyebrow. Ok, not such a good metaphor-she WANTS a staple thru her eyebrow. Like I asked her to pick up her socks?

me-hollering after her: Did you get the pun?

her: What the hell are you talking about?

me-You said third degree while we were talking about burns. It's like IRONY or something.

her: mumbling under her breath --I think she said "I have the funnest mom ever" or maybe it was the "dumbest?"

ha. i love teenagers.