The Funniest Thing I Ever Did As a Teenager

While in a food court with my teenager, talking over pizza, I told him a hilarious story about when I was a teenager. We laughed so hard that a stranger approached us and said, “It is so refreshing to hear you laughing together. I’ve enjoyed my lunch so much more because of your laughter.”

Are you ready for the story?

The funniest thing I ever did as a teenager:

It was a family gathering. We were all at Nana’s house. (Why we called her Nana, I have no idea, because her name was Antoinette. Maybe Aunt Antoinette was too hard for the little ones to say.)

The adults were all talking and…EATING. Big Italian family, we were always eating. My cousin and I had nothing to do and we were hanging out in one of the upstairs bedrooms.

Suddenly, I got an idea. Yes, I am going to take credit for this!

We went through all of our great aunt’s things finding wigs and clothing, etc. Okay, I was a bit of a deviant!

After rummaging through her belongings we both got “dressed up.” Without notice my cousin and I snuck down the stairs and out the back door. Not hard to do, our family was loud!

Dressed in our Aunt Antoinette’s dresses, shoes, and wigs, we walked around to the front door and rang the doorbell.

When our cousin answered the door we told them “we were friends of Antoinette’s, come for a visit.” We were welcomed in. We sat down with the family and engaged them in conversation. They were being polite but they were all trying to figure out who we were and why none of them could remember us. It was quite awkward for longer than we had anticipated, expecting to be found out quickly.

A fairly good amount of time lapsed before one of them realized who we were. “That’s Lucille and Carol!” And the room broke into howls of laughter!

Two bored teenagers, a large imagination, two wigs, two dresses, and four old lady shoes equals roars of laughter and family fun.

Did we get in trouble for going through our aunt’s stuff? Nope.

In my family, the rule was feed them or make them laugh, and all was forgiven.

How do you respond when your child does something a bit unusual?