My oldest is your oldest's age and she is freaking me out. She loves her daddy, but wow is she weird and moody! I do know why, but it doesn't make it easier. I don't have a nickname other than "Lily's dad".
The good thing about teaching is that even though I teach at a different middle school than she goes to, she will go to senior high with my former students. I'll already know many of the winners from the losers.
Who you know will have little bearing who she dates. Not only that, the kid "you've known" is about to become a stranger for a few years. This guy knows. I feel ya man. Times 2.0
All of that is true, but it's better than being clueless about all of the kids--to at least know a good chunk of them while other parents know very few. On the other hand, the kids in Plano grow up very quickly. Whereas the kids in my small town went a "good direction" or a "bad direction" around 11th grade, the Plano kids tend to make their good or bad decisions in middle school and chart their paths from there.
reminded me of this. A 6 year old and a 4 year old are upstairs in their bedroom. "You know what?" says the 6 year old. "I think it's about time we started cussing." The 4 year old nods his head in approval. The 6 year old continues, "When we go downstairs for breakfast, I'm gonna say something with 'hell' and you say something with 'ass.'" The 4 year old agrees with enthusiasm. When their mother walks into the kitchen and asks the 6 year old what he wants for breakfast, he replies, "Aw, Hell, Mom, I guess I'll have some Cheerios." WHACK! He flies out of his chair, tumbles across the kitchen floor, gets up, and runs upstairs crying his eyes out with his mother in hot pursuit, slapping his rear with every step. His mom locks him in his room and shouts, "You can just stay there until I let you out!" She then comes back downstairs, looks at the 4 year old and asks with a stern voice, "And what do YOU want for breakfast, young man?" "I don't know," he blubbers, "but you can bet your fat ass it won't be Cheerios!"
If "millenials" got their assed whipped as youngsters it'd be a different story. Tune out shouting, yeah, a belt or wooden paddle across the ass, ha, try tuning that one out. The thought of some of these pussified "millenials" leading the country is pretty fricking scary.
Said it before, will say it again, too many times I did the circle dance. Still makes the back of my legs welt up just thinking about it.
