My 16yo took it surprisingly well when I told her she can’t date until I’m dead.
To show she has no grudge she’s even making me a double bacon & fried egg sammich every day, despite knowing that my doctor forbad me that kind of pleasure due to my dangerously high cholesterol and morbid obesity.
Today in Social and Emotional Learning, we were reviewing how to determine whether a problem is small, medium or big. We were instructed, as per the chart, that a small problem is one that involves only one person, a medium problem will involve up to three people, and a big problem will involve even more people than that.
So I’m glad to know that if I die by hitting a tree with my car, it will be a small problem with a simple solution! Do we have to be upset? No! Just go get some paper towels and clean it up!
Bringing sexy* back.
*stabbing