I Don't Think So....

I'm okay. Really I am. Just remind me not to try having a meaningful conversation with my teenage daughter ever again. It's too frightening.

My best friend took her daughter and another girl to see Juno. My friend told me that the 2 girls were puzzled that the stepmom didn't just raise the teen's baby (please note: this option wasn't even discussed in the movie), along with her own 5-year-old (Juno's half-sister). I said I was sure that Anna didn't see it that way. Anna walked into the room just then, so I said, "Anna - did you think Juno's stepmom should have offered to raise the baby?"

Anna immediately said, "Oh, yes!" And then, seeing my own shocked look and my friend dying of laughter behind me, she added, "I mean, [and right here she did this weird little forward-and-back hair flip thing that teen girls do] if I had a baby, you would raise it."

Obviously, there are a few things I need to make clear to her. But not today. I'm too shaken up.

So, I take it back. Don't take your daughters to see Juno. Now that I am trying to view the movie through my daughter's eyes, I realize she thought the whole thing was pretty cool and dramatic. Teenage girls love nothing better than being in the center of all that drama. And they have no concept of all the pain involved, both emotional and physical.

My best friend didn't stop laughing for almost half an hour, by the way. Every few minutes she would stop to take a breath and say, "Here, Mom! You're not doing anything! You raise it!" and then she'd start laughing again. And I think she was laughing at me, not with me.