Friday, April 27, 2007

THE KID REALLY NEEDS TO BE A LAWYER

Posted by Reverend Ref + at 10:57 PM

When The Kid was very small, we would feed her just enough information to answer her question (think: how much about sex can I get away with not saying?).

Anyway, she came home from kindergarten one day and informed me that she was going to marry Justin.

"Hmmm .... why Justin?"

"Because he has handsome hair ...."

All righty then, nice to know she has her priorities in order. And somewhere in that conversation, she mentioned that he kissed her. And then I reminded her that any boy who wanted to kiss her had to ask me for permission first.

And she just looked up at me, sighed, and said, "Dad . . . they were just friend kisses, not luvvvv kisses."

"Okay ... just checking."

Fast forward to today. She is now 13. She is developing . . . hips. And other things. Some of her classmates have boyfriends. She has a crush on one boy in particular, but nothing has happened as of yet.

"You remember that any boy who asks you out has a conversation with me first, right?"

"Daaaaddd . . . do they have to?"

"Yes."

"Hmmm . . . What if I ask them out???"

The Kid is too smart for my own good. She really needs to be a lawyer.

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3 comments:

Anonymous | 7:32 PM, April 28, 2007  

Either a lawyer or mother superior. That's it, encourage her into a career in Canon Law.

Sonje | 12:53 AM, April 30, 2007  

My parents insisted that neither of their children date until they were 16, which meant that I had tons of crushes and was still able to go to Junior and Senior prom.
Their definition of date was "be completely alone with a person that you are interested in"--we were allowed to go out in groups or have people over for dinner/movie.

I didn't really date until university which was probably for the best...

EYouthWNY | 9:54 AM, May 04, 2007  

A yes, such fun. I also had the rule that I had to meet the young man face to face. Give my daughter's first boy friend credit, he came to my office to meet with me.

Turned out he dumped my daughter (Oh, yes that's such fun, the first broken heart. You must resist the urge to do grievous bodily harm to the bum)

I used to threaten my daughter that I was going to post a sign on the front door that reads:

To anyone dating my daughter, never forget:
I own a shotgun,
A shovel,
and five acres out back.

Peace
Jay

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