My older daughter turned 13 this morning. Life as I knew it is over. I'm too young to have a teenage kid -- much less a girl at that age. I still remember what I was like as a teenage boy. Aren't I supposed to be a little older, wiser and... well, more of a parent before I'm subjected to all of this teen angst? This must be God's (and my parents', and all of the parents of all of those little girls I chased when I was a little boy) way of getting revenge on me.
Okay, okay, okay... I'm not really freaking out -- yet. I just had to play the part of stressed-out dad. But I know it's coming!
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