The worst part of raising teenagers, done up as a dramatic fictional skit for your edification and enjoyment
MOM: So, son, don't stick that fork into the light socket or your hair will get all crispy. . .blah blah blah dangerous. . .blah blah blah learn from my mistakes.
SON (With dewy eyed expression): Okay Mom!
EXIT SON
(Time Passes)
SON RENTERS
SON: Mom! My hair is all crispy shizzle!
MOM (looking equal parts exasperated and appalled): What part of "don't stick that fork into the light socket didn't you understand?"
SON: But it was stuck and I needed to pry this thing, and yeah, I remembered that old story of yours but I'm not you, okay? Things are different now!
MOM (doing facepalm): Yes, yes, parents just don't understand. But your hair is still crispied, isn't it?
SON: WHY? WHY? WHY? must you ALWAYS say I told you so?
MOM: Fine. I'm sorry. So, what are you going to do about your crispy shizzle hair?
SON (puppy eyed): You mean you're not going to fix it for me?
--FIN--
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