Smarty-pant-ology (adult version): How to annoy your teenager

Just the other day I gave you a wee, small taste of the smarty-pants in our house. I have hinted before at the other ways in which we show our love to each other (yes, even me).

My children get it honestly. Seriously. They do. I mean, when their father teaches them such incredible morals and values and ethics from the pulpit and then turns around at the kitchen table and passes them the honey reminding them not to think of it as bee barf (thanks, Uncle Roy – see, it’s a family affair) what else are they supposed to learn? One of Moggiepillar’s favorite music groups is Within Temptation. RevMrKnowTea is always referring to them as either Withered Plantation or Within the Ribbon. She also likes a group called Evanescence and her brother likes to call them Even Haircuts. So you see, it all goes around.

You know how on Amazon.com it will give you some recommendations based on your purchase and search history? Well, lately if Moggiepillar has been browsing around on Amazon to look at books or CDs and leaves up an Amazon page or her Amazon profile RevMrKnowTea will come along and search for something that he knows she will scream about. Just to annoy her. Yep. He really does. Right now amazon is recommending that she order some seasons of Lawrence Welk on DVD and some Lennon Sisters CDs. It would just be too much to list them all here, but you get the picture, right?

How do you annoy your teenagers (or children) when you can? OH. COME. ON. You know you do. It’s all in the name of Luv.

Acting like a spoiled brat

Yep. That’s pretty much what I humiliatingly did about an hour ago. I threw a bit of a hissy fit. All the while thinking I didn’t throw a big enough hissy fit. And now? I’m eating my own disappointed-in-myself spoiled brat reactions. Because that is what I did. I reacted instead of responded.

I showed my girls just how NOT to act. That’s it. I was teaching them a good strong lesson in How Not To Act In A Public Movie Theater When Things Don’t Go Your Way. I mean it’s not like I stomped around. Or spoke loudly. Or rudely. Or made a scene. Or pushed the door open so strongly and loudly it might have fallen off it’s hinges. No. Not me. I didn’t do any of that. Nope not me. Because that would be how NOT to act when you don’t get your way.

It’s not like I went to the theater at 1:00pm to buy tickets for Prince Caspian so they wouldn’t be sold out when we got there tonight. It’s not like my girls are disappointed that they didn’t get to see it.

I am ashamed of myself. I have apologized to my girls for showing them that side of my anger.
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