I went to a lucheon today to celebrate a significant anniversary for a program I used to work for at a professional association. During lunch I overheard Former Boss #1 telling Former Boss #2 how she was dealing with her son being a teenager. Included in this litany of things that she’s dictating to him that he can’t do as he starts to go to dances and get involved in mixed-sex social events (don’t you just love single-sex education?) is the admonishment that he shouldn’t be drinking, smoking, or shooting up.
Now, wouldn’t you think that by 15 years old, if you were in any sort of position to be dictating behavior to your child, he’d have a pretty good idea that shooting up is a bad thing?
Just a thought from the perpetually childless.
At 15 anything his parent says is a bad idea probably sounds like a lovely way to spend a saturday night.
Or perhaps I was just a really big jackass at that age. Either/or.
Sounds like a parent covering their ass if you ask me. Just a thought dear Woodstock!