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Aaron Carter and My Inner Teen

Motherhood Doesn't Mean Saying Goodbye to Youth

By Michelle Duncan

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It wasn't long before Matthew and I got our turn to talk to Aaron – and it was great. I had told Matthew to remember that Aaron is just a regular kid and to talk to him like that. Who would have thought he'd actually listen; how come he can't hear me when I tell him to clean his room?

I was grinning like a goof as Matthew very calmly told him which song is his favorite ("Another Earthquake") and asked him if he'd sign our tickets. Aaron was wonderful. He really listened to what Matthew had to say, keeping eye contact and asking him questions that Matthew happily answered, all while signing our tickets.

As he signed, he asked Matthew his name and how to spell it, looking at me a bit confused when Matthew put a "D" at the end. I gave the now-standard brief explanation to Aaron that there are two Matthews in his class at school, and he still chooses to go by Matthew D. Basically, I was playing good mom, letting Matthew have his moment, holding in my personal teenie scream (which was tough let me tell you), when my darling little child said, as we were about to walk away, "My mom wants you to sign her pants!"

Yes, the jaw you heard hit the floor was mine. How many shades of red is the human face capable of turning?

I recovered fairly quickly, which was difficult with Aaron grinning at me and counting those shades of red. What the heck, right? "Aaron," I said. "This is going to sound stupid, but will you sign my jeans?"

Oh. My. Gawd. Let me just say that I will never forget the look he gave me. His whole face lit up. He looked me right in the eyes, gave me the cutest smirk with a little laugh and said, "Sure!" I was complete butter, mind you, as I sat down on the table, and he signed my right thigh (well, my jeans – no need to scare him).

I'm such a goober! I thanked him and looked back at Angela, who had a look on her face that screamed, "I can't believe you just did that!" quickly followed by a real shout of, "I got pictures!"

I still can't believe I flopped my 34-year-old thigh in front of him to autograph! Matthew, however, thought it was cool, and honestly, so did I. Jessica couldn't find her voice to talk to Aaron as he signed her tickets, but she recalled every second of it over and over for the rest of the day.

My corruption has apparently trickled down the family tree. My sister was next in line, and Aaron happily autographed her shirt, which she says she's going to frame and hang in HER room.

*TEENIE MOMENT ON*

OhmyGawdImetAaronCarterandhesignedmypants!!!!<>

*TEENIE MOMENT OFF*

As promised, Angela and Debi got identical pictures of the signing. Debi even capturing him waving goodbye and smiling to Matthew, who said, "We'll see you at the concert!" as we left.

The show itself was amazing – no props, just Aaron, his band and his dancers. He sounded great! I got a lot of shoulder taps and pointing fingers before the show, asking if the autograph was real, most coming from moms showing it to their teen daughters.

When I took Matthew to school two days later and the class waited in their line for the teacher to arrive, one of his classmates asked me if Aaron had really signed my pants. The grin on Matthew's face was priceless and growing at the same rate as mine. "Oh," I said. "He told you about that, did he? Well, yes, Aaron Carter really did sign my pants." The whole class started to giggle.

I love my inner teen – she's so active and fun. OK, so maybe I don't have it completely out of my system. Excuse me while I go shriek like a crazed teen and try and figure out what I'm going to do with autographed pants.

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