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Jan 14

2014.017 Texting the Kittie ~or~ I’m Parent Inappropriate (No Judging)

The coolest thing about the Kittie (besides the fact that she’s my kid) is that she’s also a friend of mine. Hub and I raised her to be who she wanted to be. Example: Dinner is served. She takes two bites and announces, “I’m full.” Fine. Go away. (This caused strife at large family gatherings when she was 5-6 years old since my nieces and nephews were under instruction to finish their meal every time.) Of course, she wasn’t getting anything else BUT dinner when she decided she was “starving to death” later.

We never baby talked. We never “because I am the Mom/Dad so you do what you’re told”. If she disliked our answer we let her say her piece and we’d say ours. ¬†We cuss. A lot. She can cuss someone out with the best of them. We’ve never had to tell her to watch her mouth nor has she ever slipped in public/at school/when she’s someone’s guest. She knows when she needs to rein it in and when the MF can fly.

Hub and I were smokers. Now we’re vape-ers (looooove to vape!) and when the Kittie started experimenting with cigarettes we simply said, “Nope.” and handed her a vape.

She surprises me all the time. The other day she pointed out an equation that Sheldon Cooper had written on a board during an episode of The Big Bang Theory and then proceeded to explain it to me. I puffed with pride and awe. She has a seriously higher I.Q. than I.

As she approaches her 18th birthday I am so proud of who she is. Confident. Happy. Smart. Hilarious. I have friends who have been living a surreal nightmare with their teen aged kids. I sympathize with them but I simply have no corresponding experience. The Kittie has been a delight and a joy and has a very low bullshit tolerance. Not that we haven’t had our moments (who hasn’t) but she has really been more than I could have ever hoped for as a kiddo.

Text messages like this happen between us a lot:

She says my name exactly like that, too. MAAAAAAAAM!

She says my name exactly like that, too. MAAAAAAAAM!

She’s in class. I’m at work. But who cares.

Every now and then EXTREMELY fun texting takes place:

If you're a skipfag you probably already know it.

If you’re a skipfag you probably already know it.

 

When you voice text it tries to change your cuss words into a fill in the blank game:

I believe I will choose when I censor myself. Thanks anyway, Android.

I believe I will choose when I censor myself. Thanks anyway, Android.

And when we are talking hockey (we’re dang serious about our hockey) the Kittie lamented the fact that her Vancouver Canucks were dismembered by the Anaheim Ducks the night prior:

 

Dealing with a young goalie can be a real kick in the tits.

Dealing with a young goalie can be a real kick in the tits.

Yeah I know. Don’t judge. My kid. My rules.

And she’s all kinds of awesome.

2 Comments

  1. cheryl says:

    and that explains why my kittie adores your kittie

    we need to check their dna; i’m sure it’s identical

    1. Voodoo says:

      I’m going to chalk it up to them having mom’s who are awesome.

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