My Oldest, age 14: “And where are you two going tonight on your date?”
Me: “A party.”
Oldest: “Will there be alcohol?”
Me: “Yes.”
Oldest: “Have you made arrangements for a designated driver?”
Me: “Wait… Which one of us is the parent here? This is like good cop / bad cop or something.”
Oldest: “You seem to be avoiding that last question.”
Me: (pause) “Yes, I will not drink so I can drive us home.”
Oldest: “Good. You may leave now.”
Tonight’s installment in the oldest daughter’s musical education: Van Halen, Run DMC, Sly and Family Stone, and Prince. And I must be doing something right because she used her money to buy her own copy of Back in Black. Must be dusty in here.
My Oldest, age 14, tells me she asked her Health teacher to go into more detail on the various genders and orientations because the book is too limited. When he said he wasn’t allowed to cover that material, she petitioned to teach it to the class herself. He said she could have five minutes at the end of class sometime next week.
She is now prepping. “How do I cram all of birth sex, gender identity and orientation into five minutes??? I probably won’t even be able to get to covering consent. This is a nightmare.”
I could not be prouder.
Very Vocal Viking 