teen-sushi

Much like blogging, new episodes of stepson sushi nights were put on the shelf for most of October, but tonight, the slightly anticipated show returned.

The latest episode couldn’t have come at a better time. Over the last few weeks, the teen and I have been orbiting each other in the house without crossing paths. He’s been busy squadding it up (#squadgoals), Skyping with people allegedly more interesting than his 33-year-old stepmom and maybe even studying.  I’ve been planning birthday parties, working, acting like I have the plague, working more and drinking a lot of beer in Wisconsin.

Lesson learned: If you don’t actively talk to a teen, he doesn’t independently seek you out to sit and have robust, lengthy conversations about life, love and all the things in between. He just grumbles when you ask him to empty the dishwasher and tells you school was “boring.”

So tonight, we both committed to an evening at our favorite local sushi restaurant. He drove. He talked. I paid. (CliffsNotes version: There’s no bae. Squad still rolls deep. A lot of kids are doing things I don’t want to think about, but glad we can talk about. Photography remains the most interesting class. Everything else is boring.)

When we got home, I said, “I really missed this.” His response? “Yeah, me too.” He gave me a big smile and vanished to the attic.

And almost better than the bonding was that he gave me a new addition to the Dankster Dictionary (recently renamed from Dank Dictionary because the teen is clever)!

curved

verb \kurvd\

  1. to reject <bae made the moves on me, but I curved her>
  2. a continuous bending line without angles, but only to a person over the age of 18 <the road curved>

 


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