I can never remember the name of the third Jonas Brother. I remember Nick, and I remember Joe. But I always forget the other one.
“Kevin” my kid reports.
“Oh that’s right,” I say, “he’s the one dating Hannah Montana.”
“Miley Cyrus,” the kids correct, because, of course, “Hannah Montana is just her character … and, anyway, Miley’s dating Nick.”
Right, of course. “Kevin must be the one who broke up with Taylor Swift on the phone.”
Eye-rolling. “No, mom, Joe dated Taylor Swift.”
“Kevin must be the diabetic one, then?” (Still wrong,I learned from google, but at least I stumped them on this one!)
This whole exchange made me realize something. I’m the mom. The geeky mom who can’t keep up with the kids and their pop culture. That’s me.
Saturday Night Live addressed this very phenomenon last weekend. The thing is, the entire time I watched this skit, I was laughing, thinking only of my own mom. It wasn’t until this morning, during the Jonas Brothers conversation, that I realized it’s actually me. I’m the mom. Damn.
(By the way, I think this was about the only funny skit in the entire season opener. We recorded the whole show, of course, because 10:30 on a Saturday night is far past our bedtime, and Megan Fox is on my husband’s celebrity top five list … where I believe she may occupy numbers 1 through 5).
Because I know that many of you, despite my continued insistence, still don’t read ALOTT5MA, where I first stumbled upon this treasure, I am providing you a direct link to pure hilarity.
If you work in offices or near other people, you may want to close your door first.
Last night at dinner, 4 was making this noise. This annoying, squeaky noise, which I think she was using to request milk, but I’m not sure. And my husband said “What’d you say, Beaker? I can’t understand you.”
eta 10/1: The above link has been pulled, but apparently this funny bit is now available here. It’s worth the 3 minutes. Everyone must think so as I have now received it from a number of friends. It’s making moms laugh.