Chicks cannot hold their smoke, dat’s what it is.

Kara informed me that she had never seen “The Breakfast Club” last week. I told her that she had seen it and she said, “No…I haven’t.” I told her, “YES you have.” She said. “MOM. I HAVEN’T SEEN IT.” I came back with, “Uh-huh you have.”
Long story short…we argued if she had or had not seen it.

Come to find out…Kara had not seen Breakfast Club, she had seen Sixteen Candles.
I have been remiss in being a good parent that makes sure her daughter sees all the staple movies that all young ‘tweens should see. I had bought her Heathers, Sixteen Candles and Top Gun.
I had forgotten about a few…Adventurers in Babysitting, Orgasmo and Mommy Dearest.

We rushed out to Hollywood Video and rented it today. It’s just SO weird watching The Breakfast Club with my 12 year old daughter. It doesn’t register that I am 33 years old and it’s okay for both of us to drool over Judd Nelson. I think we both said, “He’s so hot.” at the same time and we both got equally as grossed out at each other.

The part in the movie where he asks Claire how well she gets along with her parents, Kara answers him with, “Ahhh, okay.” I was sitting slapping distance away from her and I yelled, “OKAY? JUST OKAY?” She then informed me that we get along sometimes.

We get along sometimes. SOMETIMES? only sometimes?

I grounded her for a week.