We were out shopping for the first-day-of-school outfit at a popular teenage outlet. The sales were great so naturally it was a crowded place.
Anabelle and I were admiring some jewelery while waiting for Katarina to exit the dressing room.
I took a step back to examine a piece in better light and accidentally brushed shoulders with a teenager walking past. “Oh, sorry,” I said, and took a step forward. “It’s okay,” was the teenage reply.
“Oh, you BETTER be SORRY!” came a loud female voice a few steps behind me.
I turned to find a mom IN MY FACE. A mischievous twinkle in her eye, she whispered, “I just LOVE embarrassing my teenage daughter. Just go with me on this.”
Not quite registering what was happening just yet, I turned to see the horrified sixteen year-old daughter in question on the other side of the room, her mouth hanging open. “Mooo–oommm! Oh. My. GOSH! It wasn’t a big deal!”
The mom winked at me and turned and loudly said. “Oh she’s SORRY!”
The girl was Bright Red.
At first I thought the mom was a bit mean until… my daughter interacted with me like all the other teendaughters in the dressing room.
Now, I’m starting to think I better take notes from that mom who got in my face. I might need it in years to come. After all, she was smiling the most out of all the moms shopping.







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