Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Last night I told Bob he could not attend something he wanted to attend. He would have been out too late on a school night.
He replies, "That's lame sauce."
"Sorry Bob, sometimes the parents have to be the lame sauce. It's our job." I said.
Bob looked at me for a minute and said.
"Yeah, you're like the maker of lame sauce, you're like a lame sauce factory!"
It's a great caption don't you think. 'Mom's of Teenagers: Lame Sauce Factories'.
This was of course all said in fun, because if he'd said it in anger he would have gotten a lot more than lame sauce from me!
Posted by Tricia at 8:58 AM