Teenagers are weird.

As I was peacefully eating my lunch at the kitchen table, listening to the windchimes and the birds through the open window, I suddenly heard what sounded like a BB gun shot bounce off the cement in the back yard.

I cautiously peered out the window to investigate, and was somewhat surprised to see something about the size of a basketball hurled from one of the kids’ bedroom windows. Upon further inspection, this mass was revealed to be one of my daughter’s sweaters, tied into a knot.  A few feet away, on the patio, lay her window screen – the source of the sound that I heard.

As I stared at the bundle, wondering if untying it would yield something startling like a black widow spider or a bat, my daughter came hustling through the back door. She snatched up her sweater, and the screen, and headed back into the house.

“What is that?”, I asked.

“My cell phone,” she responded. “I got mad and threw my phone out the window.”


“Do I want to know why?” I inquired.

“No,” she said, definitively.

At least she removed the screen and padded the phone first?


About dep31

I am a farm-raised homeschooling mom. I take great joy in making nutritious food that inspires people to take seconds. Thirds, anyone? We are a God-fearing, Christ worshiping family that enjoys good friends and good eats. If the kitchen is clean and the living room carpet is visible, then that's a nice bonus.
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1 Response to Teenagers are weird.

  1. Robbin says:

    That’s hilarious! Well thought out tantrum!

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