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A couple of days ago my daughter flew off the handle at me, stomped her way to her room and slammed the door. I wasn't finished having my say, do I went after her. Once I caught up, I started signing with blind fury about her missteps. I was just about finished when I produced a sign that was relatively new. I hesitated after I did it, thinking maybe I did it wrong. My facial expression and my timing of self-schooling made my daughter lose her composure. She cheesed. I was rattled, standing there talking to myself then questioning her if I signed it correctly. Her reaction broke me, and we both started laughing. I would classify it a mom lecture fail, but I'm happy to say I did produce the sign correctly.