My Dance Card is Full

Well, it's official, I am no longer the least bit "cool" in the eyes of my children. I admit this has probably been the case for quite some time. Not only am I not cool I am actually "really old" too. Their words not mine.

See over the course of the past couple of months my kids have been letting me know just how uncool and old I actually am. I have been told I must spell out everything when I text. In a  recent text to my oldest son I wrote, "I love u". His reply, "Spell out yr words. Yr a big girl." I guess he's got the do as I say not as I do lesson down. My middle son was even more direct. He recently asked me to do something for him and my reply was, "Okee-Dokee." He was quick to tell me, "You should stop saying that." He was kind enough to add, "You should also never say, Wakey-Wakey Rise and Shine" or Oopsadaisies, either."

My daughter is a little more subtle. While hosting a let's get dressed together, make-up session and pre-dance dinner at our house she and her friends were playing music and dancing around. A fun song came on and I began singing. She walked into the kitchen looked at me and just shook her head. An "Ah NO" look came on her face - the one with the raised eyebrows and mouth to the side smirk. I awkwardly laughed it off and slunk into another room feeling frumpy, old, and out of place. I did pour myself a Margarita first and took it in the room with me - I haven't lost all sense of myself. In addition I am also no longer supposed to say, "My Dance Card is Full", because no one knows what the heck that phrase means. No one says "smidge" any more, as in, "I'll just have a smidge of Ice Cream." It's also completely uncool for me to say "Dude". Apparently it makes me sound stupid.

I want to respect my children's wishes so I am considering tempering my language and actions. Their message really may be, "Please don't speak to us anymore at all but please do continue to do our laundry, make our meals, and drive us everywhere." It's so sad. I was convinced my kids would never get sick of me being around.

So the other day when my son asked me to do something for him I shook my head, gave him a mouth to the side smirk and said, "Sorry Dude - My Dance Card is Full", I then dropped my keys and with a quick, "Oopsidaisies",  picked them up and was out the door. (Without even a smidge of worry about what he and his sister were going to make themselves for dinner.)

Watch this for more parenting fun.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N_NspDWssIY

Magda