Living with teenagers means drama can escalate at any moment. Such an escalation gave me a huge "laugh on the inside" today. In the heat of the moment I could only file the humor of the event away in my heart, but now I can laugh out loud in the privacy of my office, only in the presence of my computer and anyone who happens to stumble upon my little journal.
So I'm having a conversation with Maddie. Somehow the topic evolves into cats when Jessie joins the conversation. A conflict arises when one girl says a pregnant lady should never, ever be exposed to cats or cat poop because of toxoplasmosis and the risk of birth defects in the unborn baby. The other gal utterly disagrees because it's a scientific fact that if the lady has been exposed to the cat for a long period of time prior to becoming pregnant, she is immune.
The insults and creative arguments continued to exchange back and forth. First like ping-pong balls, the words battled back and for in a light and gentle mood. As tempers (as well as nostrils) began to flare, the exchange of words batted back and forth like the tennis balls of Wimbledon. Finally, Maddie dropped a "just-shut-up-you-stupid-redneck-bomb" on Jessie's battleship and then stormed out of the house.
Jessie didn't seem too overtly injured by Maddie's blow-up. She mumbled a few comments before she realized the real offense. With all seriousness, without even a hint of a smile, Jessie said "Oh, by the way, she needs to know, I'm not a redhead, I'm a brunette!"
What? What did she say? Big-time laugh on the inside! No, honey, you are blond if I've ever known a blond!
Silly girls! Don't you know that we don't even have cats in this house? Or outside for that matter! You are arguing over a mute point!
Silly girls? What about silly woman? Or silly Christian?
My ways are not your ways. My thoughts are not your thoughts.
When you were a child, you spoke as a child. Now you are a woman, so put away childish things.
Follow Me. Delight in Me. Trust Me. Obey Me.
Love one another. Consider others higher than yourself.
I hear you loud and clear, Lord.
Just call me Blondie!