For some time now, I've known that something funny happens to parents when their kids turn about 13. They insist on telling them what to wear, criticizing their music or hairstyles, keeping them off the phone, and - worst of all - dropping them off right in front of school!
I figured I had another ten years to go before my folks went through their crisis of adolescence. So you can imagine how mortified I was when both my mama and papa showed up in class the other day, uninvited! By me at least. And on my birthday no less.
Showing up was bad enough, but papa was carrying a guitar which made him look like some aging war-protester hippie turned Benedictine monk. I wanted to crawl into a hole and die. Fortunately, I thought quickly. I told my classmates that the lady was my cook and the guy my buffoon. That seemed to go down well, especially since mama came in armed with a couple of high-energy chocolate cakes.
After enduring
"She'll be coming 'round the mountain' and 'happy birthday' in five languages we all broke cake together.
Adolescence may not be as bad as papa fears, but I can't seem to convince him of that.
Why not check out a couple more snaps here: Inès turns three
1 comment:
I think that's the most attentive audience daddy has ever had as a musician!
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