Cheyenne tells me I am not the cell phone police.  Her initial argument forcefully made the point that I was an offender myself right up to a couple of weeks ago.  I tried telling her that having seen the light I felt a moral obligation to share it with others…she was not impressed. 

She told me,  "Don’t be a freak!" 

I told her that one is not a freak just because one stands up for something they believe in (even if they were a sinner in the fairly recent past).  She gave me the look (the look that says -do you really think I am foolish enough to buy what you just said?). 

She reiterated her disdain from a different attack point.  She said, "If you are a freak and tell everyone not to talk on their phone in the car, people will say when they see me – that is the freak’s daughter."  Oh sure…the old "don’t embarrass me" approach.  I thought that was one of my job duties as a parent…embarrassing my offspring…did she really think that was going to work?

Today when we were out and I saw folks on their phone at a stop light I told Cheyenne to roll down the window so that I could tell them the risks involved in talking on the phone – she was horrified.  Her eyes got as big as saucers and I think she stopped taking in air for a good minute each time.  Luckily the light would turn green, traffic would start moving and Cheyenne would breathe.  I have to say, after seeing the effect of this the first time I enjoyed it so much that I was looking forward to red lights and cell phone talkers the entire way home.

What the heck?  If I am going to be labeled a freak I want to earn my keep…indeed, why even do it half way…why not be a super freak?  I can hear Rick James singing about me now.

No, I wouldn’t have really counseled folks at stop lights on the risks of cell phone usage behind the wheel, but the super freak’s daughter didn’t know that. 😉

Day two hundred and seventy-eight of the new forty – obla di obla da

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