Hi, you don't know me but I need to ask you a few questions. First of all, do you have car insurance? Do you have a criminal history? Are you a registered sex offender? What is your cell phone number? Where do you work? What is your policy about discipline? Will you be ice skating too? Do you solemnly swear to supervise my fearless child at all times?
McRae was invited to his first boy-girl birthday party that was not for a relative or close family friend. It is tomorrow. And so I, being the nosy parent that I am, had to question the girl's mother before I would allow him to attend.
"Sorry for asking so many questions, I trust that you are good people. It is just that he is my first, and I don't really know you. I hope you understand." I apologized.
She chuckled a bit.
"I have a 17-year-old boy, I know how you feel."
At which point I declared her my mentor and asked her if she minded if I call her when my son begins puberty.
Did I mention that he started wearing deodorant a few weeks ago?
I am not ready. I am not ready. I am not ready.