Saturday, March 31, 2012


The following conversation took place last week after I picked up my 14 year-old from school:

S: Today I heard that a boy likes me.

Me: (Trying not to drive off the road. Blink. Swallow hard. Breathe.)

Me: Oh really ? (Keep calm and keep her talking) Do you like him?

S: I don't like him like that.


Me: Well, remember to respect yourself and make sure he respects you. He hasn't made a move on you, has he?

S: NO. Could we talk about something else?

Me: Well, he'd better keep his hands to himself.

S: (Putting in her earbuds, probably ascertaining the risks of jumping out of a moving car)

Me: But I can see why he would like you. You are witty, funny, beautiful - I know if I were an 8th grade boy --

S: (Dying. Visibly.)

Me: Too weird?

S: Uh, yeah.

Me: Good talk.


Bethann said...

I just Laughed out loud. Literally.

Sharon said...

Haha! I hope she and I survive "Parenting: The Teen Years" without *too* many scars!