Seniors at Gianna’s school get to paint their parking spots in the HS parking lot for a small fee. After she got her license, we were talking about future plans for what she would paint there next year. She’s pretty artistic so I’m sure it will turn out cool. Me, I’m not artistic at all. If I could have one skill I wish this was it. Well maybe that and cooking.
Anyways, I was looking out the window of the car while driving, noodling on some fun ideas that she could possibly do.
Then it hit me. ⚡💡
I started giggling.
Hearing me cackle to myself, she asked me what so funny.
So, I said, “I had an idea for your parking space but it’s really not appropriate.”
G, as we typically call her, looks over at me and says in an uneasy voice, “What is it?”
I hesitated because I really shouldn’t bring this up to my 16-year old. This next question is something you don’t ever think you’ll say to your baby girl when her head used to fit in the palm of your hand. But in true me fashion, I continue. “Do you know what the G spot is?” I asked.
Gianna replies, “Yes…..oh…..” and she starts laughing too. “No, they definitely won’t let me do that.”
I press on, ” But…I mean, it’s literally your spot. ‘G Spot.’ That would be hilarious. Just paint that!!! Imagine, people could take pictures with it and post them on Instagram and exclaim that they finally found the g-spot! It would be a photo op. You got to do it.”
She humored me with more laughter and a little eyeroll. I don’t think she’ll ever do it. But at least my comedic genius was shared. 💪I never proclaimed to be an appropriate mom😉