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The Look

I got The Look today. Getting The Look is not an unusual occurence for me. I manage to get The Look quite often. I'd say that on a daily basis, I am given The Look an average of ten to twenty times. Some may say this is excessive. I would have to agree The Look is often given without provocation on my part. Being the recipient of The Look, has oft times made me question my parenting abilities. On occasion it has made me question just why I had children in the first place.

Today The Look was bestowed upon me for no discernable reason that I can find. I was, in my own mind, doing everything right. I allowed her into my air conditioned bedroom and even let her use my laptop. I was not asking inappropriate questions, such as 'why is three inches of your tanned and toned belly showing beneath your tank tops?' or 'why are you wearing tank tops?' or even 'what do you mean you don't want me to go to the same gym you do?'. I wasn't actually speaking at all, when I got The Look.

Mother's sometimes have this special ability to know things that they couldn't possibly know. In this case, I knew The Look was coming, so I surreptitiously got my cell phone camera ready to get evidence of The Look. I present it to you here.


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  1. Millie4:40 PM

    Let us know when you find out why you got it. Instead of the Look, I get the Scoff or the Whine. My kids are young yet.

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  2. Unknown5:24 PM

    I used to be able to stop them dead in their tracks with a look.

    Now I'm lucky if they acknowledge me when I say goodmorning.

    Ah, the joys of parenting teenagers.

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  3. Anonymous5:32 PM

    I think my daughter is in the stages of perfecting the look...she practises a lot on her brothers. As of yet she hasn't dared try it on me (she's 10 so I still get a quota of respect), but once she really gets it down I'm sure I'll see it often!

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  4. WithinWithout8:58 PM

    Mothers (and probably us low-life fathers too) sometimes have an ability to THINK they know what it's impossible to know...

    But they think they know it anyway, so that makes it true.

    Still, parents have this ability to see inside their kids' souls, and they know this.

    Thus, THE LOOK.

    I wish I could see the pix on your blog, but they don't show up. I can only imagine...

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  5. Unknown9:07 PM

    I wish you could see the pictures too hon! I don't uderstand why you can't? I'm sure I didn't put my Canadian filters on. Honest!

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  6. Anonymous3:26 AM

    That is the de facto look of teenagers everywhere, is it not? S has a picture taken only yesterday of step-daughter displaying similar - while she was enjoying herself! They have so much to worry about.

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  7. tom9094:10 AM

    Pammy, all she needs is the sunglasses and she is well on the way to being as much of a babe as her mum.

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  8. Carmenzta12:59 PM

    It's a wonder you didn't turn to stone.

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  9. Unknown2:16 PM

    Or salt. She's got an amazingly piercing stare. This morning I was searching for my laptop, which she had stolen from me in the middle of the night and I walked in on her getting dressed. Who knew she'd be up at 6 a.m.??

    The look I got from her at that point could have stripped the paint from my house.

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