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Advice Today Different Than Maybe Yesterday

So I had to tell her to BLEEP off, Grandma. She is fourteen, as of forty-six hours ago. I am shocked. I wisely decide to give her some Grandmotherly advice. Me: Were there witnesses? Molly: No. Me: Did anyone have their I-phone out? Molly: One, but I chased her down and smacked it out of her hand and hit delete. I reported this conversation to my husband who rolled his eyes And asked, “How is your Mini-Me?"

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Date: 4/15/2019 11:13:00 PM
That last line made me laugh! ;)
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 4/16/2019 3:17:00 PM
And you could relate too, right?
Date: 4/15/2019 9:06:00 PM
Um boy, now that's some bleep'in text'in!
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 4/16/2019 3:17:00 PM
Bleep'n and text'n, my middle names.
Date: 4/14/2019 12:30:00 AM
Oh, how pre-teens and teens talk. I suppose you have more than accepted it since you marinate in their language and electronics almost daily. I had to read because the poem's title insisted. I feel sure this poem is fact-based, not fiction at all. Poetry hugs ... CayCay
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 4/14/2019 12:43:00 AM
Thank you CayCay. I work in a world where I hear the BLEEPs much of my day; it is the way they talk since Bart Simpson cartoon came out and showed them how great it is to talk like this even if you are a child, and have no idea how fast it will ruin your chances for certain things. It is no fiction, not at all.