I despise clothes shopping. It’s weird, because I have really strong memories of loving clothes shopping when I was a preteen and I also really remember my mom hating clothes shopping back then. I wonder if her hatred of shopping and my hatred of shopping are linked by the coincidental introduction of a twelve-year-old into the mix.
ME (stupid, stupid me): What about this shirt?
12YROLD: I can’t even say what’s wrong with that one.
ME (angry stupid me): Well, I can say what’s wrong with the one you’re wearing…it’s about to be on fire.
12YROLD: Ugh! Whatever.
ME (switching gears): How about these jeans?
12YROLD: They look stupid.
ME (at least I’m not the only stupid one around here, I’ve now been joined by the pants): What’s wrong with them?
12YROLD: They’re too long. I won’t be able to wear them.
ME (stupid sigh): You haven’t even tried them on, how do you know they’re too long?
12YROLD: Everything’s always too long. You know, because of my condition.
ME (back to stupid): What condition?
12YROLD: Mo-o-o-om, my condition, you know. (looks around and whispers) I have elfilepsy.
ME (nope, still stupid): What the hell are you talking about?
12YROLD: I have elfilepsy! I’ve always had it! I have to take medication and everything, and so nothing fits right.
ME (stupid laughing): oh my god did you just call it elfilepsy??? Bwahahahahaha!
12YROLD: MOM! Stop laughing! It’s very serious and I can’t believe you’re laughing at me!
ME (stupid snorting): I can’t help it! Wait, now I can’t breathe! Really, I can’t breathe! Okay, no wait, come back, I’m not laughing anymore.
12YROLD: I always knew you were mean but I can’t believe you would laugh at me for this.
ME (this will never stop being funny): I’m not laughing at you for having elfilepsy, I’m laughing at you for pronouncing it elfilepsy! And for thinking it’s a disease that makes you short!
12YROLD: What are you talking about???
ME (trying to sound not stupid while dispensing medical advice): It’s pronounced epilepsy, and it doesn’t make you short. It makes you kind of shake uncontrollably and wet your pants.
12YROLD: Oh. So how long have you had it?
ME (she’s so stupid): Watch it, missy! Anyway, really, it doesn’t make you short. And wait just a second…we’re the same height! Why would you think you have elfilepsy if you’re as tall as I am?
12YROLD: Like I said…how long have you had it?
NOTE: It’s amazing how much you can learn to love shopping after that conversation takes place. Sadly, I did actually shake uncontrollably and pee a little bit every time I remembered her telling me she had elfilepsy.
ANOTHER NOTE: Also sadly, she does actually have elfilepsy. I mean, epilepsy. I’m also really kind of embarrassed that she didn’t know what it was. We should probably eat dinner at the dining room table as a family a lot more.
EXTRA ANOTHER NOTE: Don’t bother leaving ugly comments about what a bad mom I am, because I’ll just delete them. In all seriousness, she has the really mild kind of elfilepsy that is completely controlled by her medication, so it’s really not that bad that I never told her about it and that I kept shoving pills in her all these years and she never bothered to ask why I was drugging her. I just thought we were good. It’s a short people thing.