Later in the day, I was talking to her through her bedroom door and she said something I didn't agree with. I replied "you're ridic" (as in you're ridiculous.) She opened the door and exclaimed "NICE, mom"... then I thought about what I'd just said. Say it out loud. I dare you. It sounded like I called her a really bad thing. I collapsed in laughter. I got the stink eye again. I'm probably too old for cool abbreviations.
My son gave me the stink eye just once in his entire childhood. He was about seven. The problem with his stink eye is that it looked exactly like my stink eye. So when he did it I told him, "you can't scare me with my own face". He never tried it again. I miss him. That's not to say my daughter isn't perfectly lovely. We're just at that stage where two "women" have trouble living together. One of us may have to go.
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