Last night we were talking about babies, children, teenagers, and how god-awful those adolescent years can be. A friend of ours was over at the house and he jokingly forewarned us about the teenage years. A colleague, earlier that day, gave me the exact same warning. She encouraged me to “enjoy it now before you become the enemy.” Then she rolled her eyes. She has four kids.
I am still young enough to remember my own teenage angst, although as I approach 30, it’s becoming more of a distant memory. My dad wasn’t exactly the over-protective, hands-on type, but one thing I will never forget is him scaring the daylights out of the boy I was dating at the time.
He did the right thing.
My P. I. C. says he is going to buy a handgun solely for the purpose of cleaning it when Sassafras brings boys to the house. Our friend also suggested keeping a dagger around, or a butcher knife. Any other suggestions?