I don't know when it happened, exactly, but it happened. A word snuck into my vocabulary, a four letter word, in fact.
"Dude"
I call my sons "Dude" - both of them. Sometimes, I even call my daughter "Dude".
Hello, I am a 33 year old mother of four. I am a school teacher for goodness sakes. I should not say "dude".
So I say to my self: "Self: we are not Keanu Reeves. We have never, nor will we ever, be an adolesent residing in Southern California. We are mature. We are responsible. We are educated. Like, git a grip, like, you have gray hair."
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Dude, it's okay. We still love you.
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