Moe's prom was last Saturday. I would love to update you with pictures of his prom (we were only able to squeeze one picture out of him, long story) and write about what happened...except there's no story to tell.
Have you ever heard of this quote - "Mothers of Teenagers Know Why Animals Eat Their Young" That is exactly what I felt like doing to my teenager! I asked him how his prom went and I get a response uttered in monotones. When we ask him to clarify his response, we are accused of not being good listeners. Oh, the drama of having a teenager!
After much cajoling and STRAINING our EARS to understand him, we were able to PIECE this story together;
- "date looked hot in blue"
- " limo came late"
- "deejay rocked."
- "danced a lot...my legs hurt"
- "fun. awesome. great."
- "didn't like my veggies."
- "limo broke down."
- "girl hurled in limo from exhaust fumes"
That's all folks! The SHORTEST prom story every told. My only consolation is when Moe has teenagers of his own!
At least he's smiling in this picture! (Well, more like a grimace)