A simple definition

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My son has been learning to count.  He gets the teens but not the weird twelve.  Today, as we watched kids line up for the bus, he wondered who was a teenager.  I explained what a teenager was by the number of their age.  He looked at me and said it was the tight pants.  Teenagers wear tight pants.  Yeah, I guess that works.  Much better than my definition of snarly and disaffected. 

Comments

mindy said…
Your son has street smarts. Very cute---i'll have to remember that!
April 6, 2009 at 2:29 PM
Anonymous said…
What a crack up!!!! I can just picture Issac's face as he said that to you. LOL
April 6, 2009 at 5:33 PM
L said…
snarly and disaffected...brilliant.

Lisa
April 14, 2009 at 4:38 PM
Lindsey said…
Oh, the wisdom of children!!
(Jen's sister Lindsey)
April 20, 2009 at 12:34 PM
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