When I was a teenager, things were different than they are today........
I remember some of the pranks we used to play in school, the best one was......
I didn't even realize it was happening. I became one of them. Those people who regale their teenager with stories of slightly misguided youth. Not only my son, but his friends too! I am unstoppable. I am completely incapable of stopping myself before I start. They will sit around talking to me, then before I know it, I'm knee deep into 1985. I don't know if I lack a filter or if I just love to hear myself talk.
My son called it to my attention when he said "Melvin said you're Mom has a story about everything, I bet she's telling Melanie one right now". When my 15 year old child had to call it to my attention, I knew that I was a monster. A "back in the day....." monster. I remember when my Grandmother and my Mother did it to me. I felt kind of trapped and slightly humiliated that they were trying to "fit in with the crowd" now, almost 30 years past my high school years I am in the same boat. The boat apparently has a very comfortable captain's chair and I'm very firmly wedged into it. My seat in the boat is the one my Grandmother and Mother shared.
I have also become a pajama Mom. I drop him off at school in pajamas and if the day has been rough, I likely pick him up in the same pajamas. This was only recently embarrassing when my son brought a friend to the car for a ride home. I couldn't let my son drive because I was in a nightgown and bathrobe.
I have become my worst fear. I have become my Grandmother and my Mother. They didn't wear pajamas in public though. I think I may top them in the embarrassing department.
At least I don't clean his face with spit....