Still working on the next Alcobaça post, but I had to toss out this observation. I think our kid is officially a teenager, because only a teenager would emerge from his bedroom after three solid hours of playing on the computer, walk up to an adult who has just spent the last 45 minutes vacuuming, and call out over the noise of the vacuum cleaner: “What’s for lunch?”

I am hereby redefining the word adult.

adult (noun): A sentient device for delivering food to, and cleaning up after, teenagers.

About Fletcher DeLancey

Socialist heathen and Mac-using author of the Chronicles of Alsea, who enjoys pondering science, politics, well-honed satire (though sarcastic humor can work, too) and all things geeky.
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4 Responses to Teen

  1. Cats and teenagers… there is a similarity somewhere 🙂

  2. Jason Cleaver says:

    You’ll know he’s a teenager when he is embarrassed to be seen in public with you. Or just generally embarrassed to have a parent. Also he will he rude and sullen as a default state of being.

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