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Teenagers

Someone please tell me just why they are necessary? I, for one, could certainly do without them.

Right now at any rate.

Your mileage may vary.

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  1. Anonymous11:06 AM

    At the risk of sounding to coarse. Don't be such a cry baby! In a little while you will be wondering where did the time go. My advise is: Treat them like adults. They will like that until they don't like it anymore. Enjoy your time with them it's short.

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  2. Anonymous11:38 AM

    I've tried treating them like adults but it's not worked. Apparently all of them are the same so I pity the planet in 10 years.

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  3. Anonymous11:56 AM

    You can't treat them like adults and expect what you want when you want it. What you should expect is a prepared adult in 10 years. If they are not prepared it will not be their fault. "Green and clean my friend... Green and clean..."

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  4. Anonymous12:49 PM

    :D

    Ummmm I think the answer is, without teenagers eventually there would be no adults.

    Thats it...

    That and hope that there will come a day that you are happy they are your kids again!

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  5. Unknown1:03 PM

    Ok, I'm not entirely unhappy with my children. It's just that this morning I had some issues with my oldest daughter.

    We're good now. I should learn not to blog when I'm frustrated.

    Oh, and anonymous? My blog no longer accepts posts from anonyymous. You will have to out yourself.

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  6. tom9091:09 PM

    Pammy baby, I bet you were a gorgeous teenager too.
    I always think about the stages we all go through - it's interesting to watch the perspective change as we get older. And remember back to being a teenager and what was important to us then.
    God, I can be a sensible but very annoying sort of a chap can't I.

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  7. krusty the baker12:08 PM

    I was a really nasty adolescent, from the moment I was thirteen until the moment I stopped being nineteen. Just horrendous. Think Kevin, only much worse.

    Are they really necessary? Can't they just all be shipped off to a camp somewhere? Think of all the rubbish music we'd be able to do without!

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  8. Unknown12:53 PM

    Tommy, you're sensible in a cute way.

    Krusty, I don't really want to ship them off. I still love and adore them. It's just that yesterday my oldest was PMSing and taking it out on me and I wasn't really in the mood to be talked back to. Ok, I'm never in the mood for that.

    All is well now. She apologized and this morning was much better.

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