I'm totally great at embarrassing my 17-year-old stepson. Sunday, Tracee and I were after some margarita mix (surprise, I know) so we decided to pay Sean a visit while he was working at the local grocery.
Sean was bagging groceries when I asked him where I could find the margarita mix. His reply: "Uh, I dunno."
He's great at his job.
Then on the way out, just to make sure I continue to hold the title of Evil StepMother, I stopped in front of him while several teen girls where waiting breathlessly to have their groceries graced by Sean's sturdy teen/man hands.
Me: So Sean what time are you off tonight? (Said in my best mother tone and hands on hips.)
Sean: Uh, 9 (glancing around to see teen girls staring at him, followed by a nonchalant — and uber cool — shoulder shrug).
Me: OK then we'll see you at 9:05, right?
Sean: (blushing from the Evil Step Mother's third degree — and yes, one question is the third degree in teen world) I guess so (Oh he wanted to be all, "I'll be home whenever." But he's a pretty smart kid and the last thing he wanted was to have to utter more words to me than necessary.)
Me: K. Bye.
And I sauntered out.
As we left the store, Tracee declared that of all the people in the store and in the parking lot, including girls, Sean was the most beautiful of them all. She said when he turned and flashed his $3,000 smile, it was like a light shone down from the heavens illuminating him like Adonis.
I have to agree, he's a pretty good lookin' kid. But I have to say that because I'm married to his dad.