Pulling into the Dairy Queen tonight, I order the kids out of the car. Then:
13-year-old: Can we just eat in here?
Me: Why?
13-year-old: You order the Blizzards and bring them here. We'll wait. It's cold out.
Me: No, it's a beautiful night. Look at all the other people sitting outside, eating.
[Silence, no movement]
13-year-old: Yeah, well, one of them is a boy from school.
Me: Oh no! Boy from school will realize that you like ice cream!
Not thrilled that her attitude toward boys is changing. Three years ago she wouldn't have noticed at a distance of 30 yards Aiden from 4th grade with his dipped cone. In another three years, I won't be there, she'll be in a car with her friends, likely some place not as wholesome as the DQ, and she'll check herself out in the rearview mirror before sauntering forth. Great.
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