If you read my post at the beginning of this week, you will know that we are currently experiencing rather more than our fair share of the "I know everything, you know nothing" stage. If you've no idea what I'm talking about, you will just have to read this post *sticks tongue out*. With one young Teenager in the house and two Tweens, I guess this is only to be expected. But boy, can it be annoying!
Last Friday afternoon....
We are in the car on our way home from school and I am being subjected to incessant chatter between my daughter and her friend. As I drift in and out of consciousness (not literally of course), I am brought abruptly to a halt:
"blah, blah, blah, waffle, waffle....can't be arsed".
I immediately challenge the offender (my daughter), knowing for sure that if I had used the "a word", I would have been forced to pay an on the spot fine, straight into the swear jar.
"I said 'can't be asked'. What's wrong with that?"
Now I realise that I'm perhaps not as 'down with the kids' as I used to be, but I do know my ROFL from my YOLO and CBA (as it is more commonly known) is most definitely an abbreviation of 'Can't Be Arsed'. Everyone knows that, right?
The Teenager pipes up....
"Are you serious? Of course it's 'Can't be ASKED'. All my friends say it....I'll prove it"
And she begins tapping away on her phone, no doubt searching for solidarity amongst her mates. The conversation ends (for the time being) on the suggestion that I am a fossil and in the "olden days" people might have said 'arsed', but no one who is anyone says it now *rolls eyes*.
The touch paper has been lit....
There is no way on earth I am going to be outdone by my children. I know what I know and I'm going to
Google prove it! My Friday evening rapidly descends into a bid to round up supporters on Twitter (admittedly another bunch of 'fossils' but they were on my side, so who cares?) and finally I bookmark the appropriate page on my Ipad, ready to unveil the following morning *dusts hands off in satisfied manner*.
Saturday morning arrives and out comes the Ipad. I begin to reel off the definition of 'CBA' according to Internet Slang; followed swiftly by my new 'go to' - Urban Dictionary. But no matter how many different sources I read from, my offspring refuse to accept that I am right and remain firmly unconvinced. How is this even possible?!
And then comes the bombshell....
"You always have to be right, don't you?"
Deflated. In one single sentence. And I realise that I have been busted yet again, because my oh-so-astute daughter has quite accurately revealed that I too am
cursed blessed with the 'know-it-all' gene. Rather sobering when you realise that your child is a mere reflection of you, isn't it? Must. Try. Harder. And of course learn to walk away....unless the argument is worth having....which this one so wasn't!
What trait has your child inherited from you, that you would rather they hadn't?
The Prompt this week was 'Reflection'.
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