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What Boyfriend?

"You didn't tell me about the boyfriend!" Our school registrar exclaimed today.

"I already told him we could only be friends."

"What?"

"Nothing. What boyfriend?"

"Your daughter's boyfriend's mother registered him yesterday. She asked for you. She was disappointed you weren't here."

"Huh." I replied. "I told her she couldn't have a boyfriend until she was 25. I guess we'll have to have a talk."

Later in the day, I noticed a tall, skinny teenager and recognized her as my oldest child. "Hey, stranger!" I called. Then I geared up to have the whole too-young-have-a-boyfriend talk but she beat me to the conversation starter.

"So I was sitting in Spanish yesterday and Erik's mom called me," she started, "She wanted to know your first name."

"Because she was registering Erik?" I asked innocently.

"Yeah. But at first I was so terrified because I was afraid she'd found your blog!"

  1. Ouch. That was harsh.
  2. I just found leverage but still...
  3. What's wrong with my blog?!

Comments

  1. Keep Your Sunny Side UpApril 5, 2012 at 7:23 AM

    I absolutely love it! A new way to prove you are a perfect parent...write a blog! Go, Nancy!

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  2. LinApril 5, 2012 at 12:27 PM

    Haha, this is so funny! And she's just being a teenager, there's nothing wrong with your blog :)

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  3. JoanApril 5, 2012 at 1:34 PM

    Made me laugh. She' not that far from 25 you know.

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  4. soundsofsunday247.comApril 5, 2012 at 7:56 PM

    I have recently added your blog to my blog page for my listeners to enjoy. Would you be willing to add my website to you blog as well or even make a short post about our station? Thanks for your time and consideration.
    Ted
    http://soundsofsunday247.com

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  5. WendyApril 28, 2012 at 10:16 PM

    Dear Nancy,
    this is Erik's mother and I've read your blog.
    Wendy

    ReplyDelete
  6. A Musing MotherApril 30, 2012 at 12:02 AM

    Ah, crap.

    ReplyDelete

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