Most parents probably dont look for ways to embarrass their teenagers. I, however, am not most parents. I am always looking for ways to remind them what I am capable of, and sometimes, the clouds open up and the opportunity just falls in my lap. I love when this happens, and it happened today. I was driving, taking Madison to her basketball practice. She was being her normal sassy, smart-mouthed self, and I was just taking her jabs, mostly because I was too tired to come up with any witty comebacks. I was flipping through radio stations as I turned into the parking lot of her school, then it happened. I hit that “seek” button on my steering wheel one more time and heard it. Project Pat. Now before yall judge me, I know that I am not the only one that had certain songs in high school that turned me into a gangsta rapper while driving my mom’s mini van on my way to my private school. Project Pat’s “Gorilla Pimp” was one of those songs, and today, in her school parking lot, the stars aligned and it came on the radio (the clean version, of coarse). So, in true gangsta mom style, I rolled the windows down, turned the radio up, and started rapping along with Project Pat at the top of my lungs while she begged and pleaded for me to stop. A fight over the volume knob ensued, and the more she turned it down, the louder I sang out the opened window- “BUYING YOU TACO BELL, BUT A PIMP EATIN STEAK!”… When I tell you I have never seen here exit a vehicle and get inside a building so fast, I’m honestly not even sure if her feet touched the ground. Did I mention that 2 of the boys she likes were outside? Ooops… My niece in the back seat thought it was hilarious. Madison, however, probably wont talk to me for the rest of the day. I guess I can consider that a win, and the next time she wants to be sassy- calling me old and what not, I’ll just close my eyes, and begin to whisper, “Corn bread, collard greens, chit-a-lings on my plate“…