Barbecue Cups, aka "Barbie Cups"

I was 11 years old and one of the classes I was in took a field trip to the Texas Renaissance Festival one year. My mom volunteered to chaperon. No! Why?? My mom and I got along fine, but I was at that adorable age when your parents start deliberately doing things to embarrass you in front of your friends and peers. Or that's how it felt at the glorious age of eleven. And my mom has never been one of those quiet, soft-spoken mothers. No, she was silly and liked to have fun with kids. She's always liked kids. At the age of 5, that's a great thing. It's fun. At the age of 11, that isn't how you want your mom to be when you're around others your age.

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