Teenagers, I Swear

Ugh, teenagers. Just when you think they’re finally starting to get it, they go and pull a stunt like this. So, picture this: I’m minding my own business, trying to get through another mind-numbing day of work when I get a call from the school. Apparently, my darling 13-year-old daughter decided it would be a fantastic idea to misplace her phone.

Of course, it’s not just any phone; it’s the brand-spanking-new one I got her just last month. You’d think she’d treat it like it’s made of gold or something, but nope, she’s just casually leaving it lying around for any old rando to snatch up.

But wait, it gets better. She miraculously finds the darn thing after some nosy kid decides to play detective and snitches on another kid who’s flaunting a phone that clearly doesn’t belong to him. Bravo, kid, for finally using those brain cells for something other than Instagram filters.

But here’s the kicker: she managed to lose her new phone case in the process. I mean, seriously? How hard is it to keep track of a phone and its case? It’s like she’s got some kind of selective responsibility disorder or something.

So, yeah, you can bet I had a little chat with her about being more responsible with her stuff. But let’s be real, teenagers and responsibility? It’s like trying to teach a cat to do calculus. Will she learn? Who knows. But hey, at least we got the phone back.