Yesterday, Ariel brought me a stack of clothing. She dropped it onto my dresser and announced, “I see the boys have been folding laundry again.”
(Notice the word “boys” is italicized. That’s because she is no longer allowed to use her favorite word “dweebs.” The boys filed a protest about her word choice in referring to them, i.e. they didn’t like being called “dweebs.” Ariel filed a counter-protest—“dweebs” is an endearment, which denotes the love that she feels for them. The judge, me, laughed derisively, though I told her it was a good try.)
Back to the laundry issue.
Me: “How do you know that the boys folded?”
Ariel, after unfolding a pair of jeans that had been mistakenly included with her clean laundry: “Note the straight leg, high-cut waist. This screams I am a home-school mom.”
Me (Obviously, she’s confusing homeschool-ness with 90s fashion, but that’s not the point): “Those jeans are comfortable and slimming. Besides I have two pairs of low-cut flared jeans.”
Ariel: “One pair was a hand-me-down.”
Me (realizing she’s right) “I bought the other pair.”
Ariel: (She says nothing, but raises an eyebrow—she was with me when I bought them and knows that the only reason I purchased them was because I was too cheap to spend $40 for the home-school mom/90s version.)
Me (knowing she has yet another point): “I read that regular-waisted straight-leg jeans are back in style.”
Ariel (conceding my point): “Yeah. That’s really depressing.”