Shopping With A Rabid Teenager...

Me: Hope, we need to buy you are winter coat.

Hope: I don't want a coat. I'll never wear it.

Me: Uhhhh, we live in Nebraska. It will be 1000 below zero in 2 weeks.

Hope: I don't care.

Me: How about this one?

Hope: Are you trying to kill my social life?

Me: OK... this one?

Hope: It looks like road kill on a hanger.

Me: I wish you had better fashion sense...

Hope: I wish you had only one child.

Me: How about this one?

Hope: Mother! Gross! You don't know fashion.

Me: Excuse me? I do too know fashion. Look at me! I am a fashionista!

Hope: Yeah... a fashionista that drives a minivan.

Me: Oh, I like this one. It is cute.

Hope: No. Absolutely not.

Me: Hope, look at all the things you can do with this coat!

Hope: Can I set it on fire?

Me: Fine... I am not buying you a winter coat. Freeze to death.

Hope: I found one! I love it!

Me: Isn't that the first one I picked out?

Hope: Whatever. You need to do your roots mom. I mean... seriously.