An exerpt from an AIM conversation with my mother:

W: crissey next door said she would buy the refrig from me
l: who the hell is crissy
W: the piano teacher next door
l: oh she has a name?
l: i dont even know if i’ve ever seen her face
W: haha, sad*

Whoa whoa whoa. Now wait just one minute. When did my mom start saying “sad”? I started writing this entry while we were still chatting – and minutes later, she struck again!

W: that’s sad about today’s neighbors. You don’t have time to social
l: well you also dont really have an excuse to
l: b/c i used to play with the other neighbors
l: and so you kinda have to know the people who your child is going home with
W: sigh*, too late now

Sad! Sigh! I wanted to yell out, “Who taught you! Who taught you how to use this stuff?!” just so she could yell back, “I learned it from watching you!”

Oh, what parents pick up from their sad kids…or vice versa?

*bolded for emphasis.