And why, every parent who survives the raising of teenagers, deserves an all-expense paid trip to a caribbean island.
No, wait, deserves to be deeded the island. Along with a different cabana boy for every day of the week.
So here is what I heard:
I picked up my son from his after school meeting. He gets into the car.
Mom! You did NOT wear that today!
me: (whose training and work experience means having an answer for everything)
son: Seriously. MOM! Tell me you did NOT wear that shirt! I mean, look at it! All those swirly colors. And what are those? Are those sequins?!
me: What?!? I like this shirt. The sequins aren't that noticeable ... are they?
son: OMG, Mom. Are you for real? Yes! You can see them. Ughghghghgghghghghg!
me: It adds a little sparkle to my day. So what? And they aren't actually sequins. They are little sparkly bits. And besides, I think the little sparkly bits .... are ... pretty.