“Mom, you can’t wear that hat in Green Bay.”
“I always wear this hat in Green Bay. This is a warm winter hat. I love this hat.”
“That’s totally a cancer hat.”
“WHAT?”
“It’s a cancer hat. It’s the kind of hat cancer survivors wear to cover up their bald heads.”
“Um, I think that would be ANY hat.”
“No, it’s THAT hat. Look.”
*puts on hat, dances around*
“It’s not a cancer hat, it’s my winter hat.”
“It’s an old lady cancer hat.”
“I love that hat, and I’m wearing it.”
“Suit yourself, but it’s totally a cancer hat.”

Sometimes I can’t even believe the conversations we have in this house.

“Aw, look at mommy in the skinny jeans. You look all EMO.”
“What the hell is ‘emo’ anyway. This has never been explained to my satisfaction.”
“It means ‘emotional’. You know, like ‘emo kids’.”
“Isn’t everyone emotional? Aren’t your stupid girlfriend-punching rappers even emotional?”
“I don’t like Chris Brown!!”
“Anyway. Emo. It’s a dumb word.”
“Well, you have an emo haircut and now you have emo jeans. And you listen to emo music. So there.”
“I listen to emo music?”
“Yeah.”
“So what are you?”
“I think I’m kind of emo, too?”
“So what is Gramma?”
“Gramma’s just… old.”
“Oh, I see. Gramma’s old school.”
“No! Just… old.”

Happy Thursday from your emo blogger.

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