Talking to my 13-year old
My 13-year-old daughter talks to me in grunts and groans, mumbles, and angry, insolent stage whispers. Oh, I forgot to mention the sighing! The world-weary sighs of a teenager. A conversation goes something like this:
“Emma!”
“Hnnh?”
“Emma!”
“What!!”
“Did you have a good day at school?”
“Hnnh.”
“What?”
(Heavy sigh) “Yes.”
“Did you study English?”
(Even heavier sigh) “No!”
“I love you.”
(Grudgingly, with the tone of a beatnik existentialist) “I love Papa.”