Life with a 13 Year Old (2)
It’s a beautiful day here and I’m trying to work. Unfortunately, school is out and now the kids are home. That means work is a shared environment now, even with the door closed. My 13 year old daughter just crashed my work party and the dialogue went something like this:
Her:Â “What are we having for dinner?”
Me:Â “I don’t know.”
Her:Â “But I need to know because if we’re having something big I’ll eat something small and if we’re having something small I’ll eat something big.”
Me:Â “I don’t know!”
Her:Â “Fine then, I’ll just leave and shut the door since I don’t have an appointment.”
I consider myself a semi-intelligent person, but I live in a constantly baffled state because of her. In hindsight, I should have put the monkey back on her back and asked, “well what would you like for dinner?” That may have at least bought me just a couple minutes of peace while she left to ponder the universe of food options for dinner.