Life with a 15 Year Old (2)
I’m worried about my 15 year old.
We were downstairs watching US Open tennis this afternoon, and I grabbed a Diet Coke and Dr Pepper out of the fridge for me and Denise (respectively). I mentioned to Denise that there was quite a bit of beer in the fridge (left over from a previous party), and my 15 year old quickly popped, “I want a beer. I’m 21 somewhere”!
The obvious play off the Alan Jackson song, “It’s 5:00 Somewhere” was funny when she said it, but quite concerning now that it’s set in.
She swears she was joking.
Regardless, it sounds like I need to ramp my “not till 21” campaign earlier than normal this time!