My husband, KeenanKeenan aka: Kman
Age: 14
"Special" Qualities: Door slamming, stomping and eye rolling (can do it all in one impressive motion).
Best Qualities: The softest kindest heart, hysterical and quite charming when he tries., NoahNoah aka: Mac Daddy
Age: 12
"Special" Qualities: Holds a grudge for longer than you can remember the offense. Talks nonstop
Best Qualities: Wakes up with a smile every day and walks to the beat of his own drum. and even ColtonColton aka: Moose, Duece, Colt, CJ
Age: 3
Favorite Word: Fart
Hobbies:  Playing in the dirt, setting off fire alarms at preschool and bossing people around.
Best Qualities:  The sweetest disposition this side of the Mississippi. (because he just mimicks everyone else in this house) were up in arms by what I said to a girl that called my home for Keenan on Saturday.  Perhaps it was a little pushy and uncalled for, but I just couldn’t help myself.  “May I ask who is calling,” I said.  The audacity.  You would have thought I had just called her a dumb slut the way my family protested. 

My Husband pulled me aside and in a voice meant to imply that he was just helping me out (since I am clearly a girl and I just don’t get it)  said, “Sweetie you can’t ask who is calling.  I used to hate when my mother did that.”

I laughed, “Yes I can and I will.  That is ridiculous.” Smugly I continued, “You mean to tell me that if we had a teenage daughter and there was a male voice at the other end, you would not ask who it was”.

“No, I would just hang up,” he responded and he wasn’t kidding.  There is a reason I wasn’t given a daughter.

Typically I can get Noah on my side, as he has more sense than the rest of them. He tends to lean to what is right and proper.  More importantly he will do and say anything as long as it is the opposite of Keenan. 

I looked at him and in my ‘sweety your my favorite’ voice said,  “You wouldn’t care if I asked a girl calling for you to state her name, would you?”

“What do you mean,” he said.  This was not starting out well.

Taking a different approach, I ask “You wouldn’t be embarrassed if you called Katy and her mom asked your name, would you?”

He looked at me as if I had two heads and said, “Why would I call her when I can just text her?”  Stupid me.

Keenan, after speaking to the girl who is quickly becoming the bane of my existence, returns to the scene of my crime and I say to him, still believing someone in this house has some sense, “Did you think it was okay that I asked who that was on the phone?”

This time the look implied I was a complete fool (never ask a teenager anything) and he said, “NO.  That is so embarrassing mom.  You made her really uncomfortable.”  

You have got to be kidding me.  I made her and every member of my family uncomfortable by simply asking her name?  Wait ‘til they see what I do when he brings a girl home the first time.