My parents didn’t get to have the kind of fun that my generation is having with all of the new media. Instead of getting newspaper articles in the mail (for our kids to roll their eyes at, then throw away), we can instantly send them well-meaning articles and then pat ourselves on the back for having done our job. Our kids, of course, just delete those posts without reading them, but the important thing is WE TRIED.

It’s fun to see what great senses of humor our kids have – Sarah sent me this a while back:
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Of course, wicked creature that I am, I occasionally hop over to Facebook and catch up with what my kids are doing. Every once in a while I like to embarass the crap out of them – I figure I’m just paying them back for their teenage years . I had fun a few months ago with Michelle:

DD#2: Thought we heard the downstairs neighbors fighting again, so we muted the TV. They weren’t fighting…
DD#2: I would be more amused if the downstairs neighbors were uh… younger.
Friend: Just mimic them as loud as possibly to kill the mood, and ruin their night. Muahahaha
Me: You know what the bonus is when your kids move out of the house? You don’t have to be quiet any more. (You’re welcome)

Yeah, she’s gonna need an industrial-sized container of brain bleach to get that image out of her head….. 😛
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