When I was growing up, any pressing request needed to be directed discreetly to Dad. If there was a pressing request and it was mistakenly directed to the mom, or if the mom overheard you asking Dad, nine times out of ten, she replied, "We'll see."
And 10 times out of 10, "we'll see" means no.
In her defense, these requests normally had to do with sleepovers on school nights, purchasing a new pet, or buying some crappily-made yet over priced piece of jewelry/gadgetry.
My mom (whose blog you can read- see my bloggy friends) is a genius and can make you apologize a million times. As a pre-teen, I would say something flip like, "Whatever, mom, you don't EVEN know." Then.... nothing. No yelling, no punishment. She just wouldn't say ANYTHING.
Thats where she had you sweating. Thoughts start racing through your mind- "Oh, poop, what have I done?! What's she going to do? Augh!!" Panic, right? So, then you're like, "If I just play it cool and say something casual, we'll be fine." So then you crack a joke, "Oh, mom. You're such a fuddy-duddy. haha. Don't wig out or anything..." nervous laughter.
See, this is where she skillfully had you in the palm of your hand. She could bridle her tongue and not yell at you for being a smarty pants and reel you into the palm of her hand. At this point, she's still not speaking and you're starting to feel your face become flushed. "Mooooom, don't be mad, mom."
Dangitt! She is SO mad. Oh, man, you're so busted. "Moooom, I'm sorry. I love you.. Don't be mad at me... Look how cute I am!"
Brief glance, "I'm not mad at you, Camille."
AUUUGH! Start bargaining! "Listen, mom. I'm going to go upstairs and study for my math test and go to bed early.. Is there anything I can do for you? I'll go put my dishes away in the dishwasher...and wipe down the counter! Okay? heh heh."
Mom: "That sounds fine."
(Down on my knees at her feet) "Mooooom please don't be mad at me!!!!! You're the best mom EVER!!!!!!! You are so pretty and smart and wonderful and fantastic!!! Don't be mad!! I"m going to go do all the housework! Mooooooom!!!"
See what she did there? She had me BEGGING for forgiveness. Me- a pre-teen know- it-all with a 'tude. She's gifted, that woman.
And now, a few white stuff pictures (and I'm not talking about oreos.)
Yeah, yeah. I know you people from the north are thinking, "Whats with all the stinking pictures of the snow? Who gives a rat's patooie." Well, me. and those southerners who relish the fluffy, white stuff because its new and glorious!