I'm laughing and sympathizing at the same time, especially about reverting back to your adolescence. A few years ago, I spent a week at my mother's house, and on the third day of my visit, when we were having morning coffee, she felt led to bawl me out for not making my bed as soon as I got up that day. Forget that I'm the *cough* over-35, married mother of two. Within the turn of a phrase, I was 16 again. And I acted 16 again.

Courage!