‘Mum, What’s Wrong With You?’
Conversations with Teens
Her: We are at table 147 in Wetherspoon’s.
Me: What of it? I am on the sofa.
Her: You can send us drinks.
Me: I am not telepathic.
Her: On the app. You can send them to our table. Four pink gins with lemonade. [The drink of an adult and a child combined.]
Me: What’s the magic word.
Her: Please. Oh my god, Mum. I’m eighteen, what’s wrong with you?