In today's blog I wish to chronicle a phenomenon that I have christened the "Last Momo Effect". The Last Momo Effect refers to the fact that whenever kids or teenagers go out for a meal - or even if they're eating at home - the teenager will always get the last momo or the last slice of garlic bread or the last whatever else. I might as well have called it the "teenagers always get food" effect, but my dad challenged me to write a blog post called "The Last Momo" (hence the "Challenge Accepted").
I've always kind of wondered why that might be, because after all, it's only a bit of food. By the time you even GET to the last one, everyone's probably had two or three already, so it's far from likely that the kid is hungry. He/she/I don't need the momo in order to survive. But I still get the momo (I've always thought that this was perhaps a way of paying us for all the chores our parents make us do).
The lesson I've learned from the above two paragraphs is that you cannot, no matter how hard you try, stretch an idea called "The Last Momo Effect" for more than two paragraphs. The rest of this blog, therefore, is going to cover the advantages of being a teenager (apart from reliably getting then last momo).
First, there is the fact that you can own stuff without having paid for it. My phone, for instance, was paid for by my parents - but I still own it. I never paid for clothes on my back, but they're still mine (possibly because they're too sweaty for anyone else to want to wear them). All the books and gadgets and outrageously expensive video games I own are also paid for by my parents.
There is also - and this one is my favourite - free food. I don't have to pay for any of the (numerous) things I eat. I can eat obscene quantities of whatever food I may want and have someone else pay for it. I don't know what they meant when they said "there's no such thing as free lunch", but they clearly had no idea what they were talking about.
When you're a teenager is when you do all the almost-stupid things that you probably shouldn't do, like swim in flowing water and bug your mother while she reads. They're no dangerous, exactly - well, the second one is - but they're still things you aren't likely to do when you're twenty-five and trying desperately to come up with a college project that is good enough to help you pass.
I'd add a passage about kind and loving parents, but I'm going to leave it out. Not that I don't have kind and loving parents - I do - but every blog/essay/facebook post written by a teenager about why they like being a teenager is certain to feature a paragraph about why they love their parents. This paragraph has been written way too many times, so I'm just going to skip it.
In closing, I ask you, O great and majestic reader, to tell me in the comments why you give the last momo to your child. I'm serious, I've always wondered, and what better way to find out than to ask you on a blog post?
I've always kind of wondered why that might be, because after all, it's only a bit of food. By the time you even GET to the last one, everyone's probably had two or three already, so it's far from likely that the kid is hungry. He/she/I don't need the momo in order to survive. But I still get the momo (I've always thought that this was perhaps a way of paying us for all the chores our parents make us do).
The lesson I've learned from the above two paragraphs is that you cannot, no matter how hard you try, stretch an idea called "The Last Momo Effect" for more than two paragraphs. The rest of this blog, therefore, is going to cover the advantages of being a teenager (apart from reliably getting then last momo).
First, there is the fact that you can own stuff without having paid for it. My phone, for instance, was paid for by my parents - but I still own it. I never paid for clothes on my back, but they're still mine (possibly because they're too sweaty for anyone else to want to wear them). All the books and gadgets and outrageously expensive video games I own are also paid for by my parents.
There is also - and this one is my favourite - free food. I don't have to pay for any of the (numerous) things I eat. I can eat obscene quantities of whatever food I may want and have someone else pay for it. I don't know what they meant when they said "there's no such thing as free lunch", but they clearly had no idea what they were talking about.
When you're a teenager is when you do all the almost-stupid things that you probably shouldn't do, like swim in flowing water and bug your mother while she reads. They're no dangerous, exactly - well, the second one is - but they're still things you aren't likely to do when you're twenty-five and trying desperately to come up with a college project that is good enough to help you pass.
I'd add a passage about kind and loving parents, but I'm going to leave it out. Not that I don't have kind and loving parents - I do - but every blog/essay/facebook post written by a teenager about why they like being a teenager is certain to feature a paragraph about why they love their parents. This paragraph has been written way too many times, so I'm just going to skip it.
In closing, I ask you, O great and majestic reader, to tell me in the comments why you give the last momo to your child. I'm serious, I've always wondered, and what better way to find out than to ask you on a blog post?
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