March 24, 2010
sarcasm
In my family, we have a coming of age ritual for this moment:
The point that most parents dread in the development of a teenager is not the day they come home clutching extra-strength cigarettes, vials of crack cocaine, or a moping, mute and jobless boyfriend five years their senior. It’s the day they come home with sarcasm.
(hat tip to Luke)
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