In Oregon this weekend, my family and I kidnapped my teenage cousin, Lacey, for a day in Portland at Powell’s. While there we hit up the Deschutes Brewery for some snacks and drinks (it’s like 3 blocks from the Land ‘O Books). Lacey spied a cute busser and proceeded to tell me how adorable he was ad nauseum. I stared at him politely for her sake. He did have a nice body. James (other cousin) took a different tack.
James: You think he’s cute?
Lacey: Yeah.
James: Maybe you should tell him so.
Me: What?
James: And take your picture with him.
Me: WHAT?
Lacey: Maybe I will.
Me: (whimper)
2 minutes later of James being a goading terror.
Lacey: Michele, can I borrow your phone?
Me: Seriously!?!
I can admit that my 16 year old cousin is much braver than me. And cunning with the artful lies to convince a stranger to take his picture with her.