When you have a 15-year-old daughter with a Very Busy Schedule, there are times when you will do just about anything to spend some time with her to recapture the glory days when she was little and you were “da bomb.”

Which I have just been informed is something No One Says Anymore so just forget I wrote that. I meant to say “all that and a bag of chips.” Huh-oh. That’s out, too. The shizzle? Oops. Eye roll. The Princess must surely be thinking that 2002 called and wants its sayings back. No? I give up.

Anyway, for the first time in way too long, we went to the movies together, just the two of us, and spent a couple of hours watching really good-looking vampires frolic and fight in “Breaking Dawn: Part II,” the final installment of the “Twilight” movies.

(By the way, you should know that if you had “nine” in the Bunco pool for how many times Taylor Lautner would strip off his shirt for no apparent reason, you would’ve guessed a little high and let me just say on behalf of cougars everywhere sipping a nice Malbec right about now, more’s the pity.)

To sum up: Two tickets to the Sunday matinee: $16. One box Sourpatch Kids candy, $5. Grabbing each other’s arm when we couldn’t quite believe what just happened at the end: Priceless.

Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about. Chick bonding with my home slice. (Did she just mutter “make it stop”?)

I feel ya. Is there anything more pathetic than a (cough/sputter/throat clearing)-year-old mother trying to be as hip as her teenage daughter? But, as Lizzie Borden once said, “Kids don’t come with an instruction manual.” (Or maybe it was T. Berry Brazelton. I always get those two mixed up.)

When the Princess was in a stroller, I was approached by lots of weepy grown-ups who felt the need to tell me: “Enjoy them while they’re little; they grow up so fast!”

I would smile and say, “Oh, I know.” But, of course, I had no idea. Because, the truth is, they grow up in about 12 seconds. It’s as if it’s all flying by in dog years. The only difference is that a 15-year-old dog still thinks you’re his whole universe. On the down side: hip dysplasia.

I’m determined not to mope about this. After all, it’s the sign of healthy growth when teens begin to assert their independence, right Lizzie?

Truly, all isn’t lost because the Princess has already mentioned that it’s time for our annual trek to the country to chop down a perfectly innocent tree. She’s traditionally in charge of music for the trip, and I fervently hope that she’ll indulge one more year of Nat King Cole and not go all Mumford & Sons on us. But if she does, that’s OK. The fact is, only vampires stay the same age forever. It’s all good. Oops.

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