And I am oh, so right on that score.
The other day, Asia and I were heading out to .... You guessed it - Soccer .... and suddenly she jumped and said "Oh (giggle giggle) I just got a text! (giggle giggle)." And then she hauled her phone out from between her legs.
So I, in all my infinite wisdom, told her that that probably wasn't the best place for her phone when she has it on vibrate.
Well, my friends, she laughed like a silly little teenager would when she thinks that she knows more than her mama. (I'm surprised she doesn't laugh more often, really...)
She was laughing hysterically behind her hand.
Thinking that I didn't get it.
So I did what any self-respecting, oh so cool mom does to save face, and to let her know on no uncertain terms that I also know who is the smartest one between the two of us.
I said to her "You're going to need something with a whole lot more power than that if you want it to do you any good."
This time it was me thinking that she missed boat. So I snuck a quick glance over at her.
She was staring at me like I had grown a third arm out of the top of my head. She thinks that just because she goes to a crack-head, no holds barred school that she knows more about the "ins and outs" of sex better than her mother.
So I'm all "Oh, was THAT my outside voice? I'm so sorry. Did I offend?"
To which she replies, "I am SO gonna' need therapy!"
And that, my friends, is what I call a successful conversation with my teenage daughter.
But don't worry. For all of you more responsible parents out there, you'll be happy to know that with it being a really cold night and all, I quickly changed to subject to "I wonder if steam would come out of our asses right now if we farted."
Oh, and Mom? Uhhh. Perhaps Dad shouldn't read my post today?