Help! (Part Deux)

We called my daughter at ASU the other night, just to chat. She sounded strange, giddy and loopy (so not like her.) Turns out, it's about 10 p.m. on a school-night and she has (horror of horrors) a BOY in her room! Not only that, but this BOY, this potential thief of my 17 year-old (She turns 18 this upcoming Wed.) daughter's innocence, has the bad sense to pipe up with obnoxious remarks in the background. And then it happened--I spoke to my daughter in a terse, disapproving tone. "What's the matter, Mom?"
"I will speak to you at another time," I fairly hissed through clenched teeth.

I don't know whether to cringe in fear, or giggle uncontrollably. I think I was channeling my mother!
Scarier still, I think I sort of understand Mom now.
Help!

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