My daughter comes in at the bright and early 7 a.m. hour begging me for a maroon shirt to wear to school today. Apparently, they've chosen today to commemorate the VT massacre, and as such the local schools are all wearing the university's colors. That's all fine and dandy, but I can't find any of my burgundy t-shirts in my drawer ... except one. She seizes on it and I say, "uh, no. You can't wear that one." "Why not???" "Because I'm not going to let my 17 year old wear a BR t-shirt." "Why? What's BR?" "It's a bdsm group. True, there MAY not be any of your teachers that recognize it and if they do, they likely WON'T say anything to you directly, but I'd rather not have the administration asking me questions, IF you don't mind."
*Yes, my daughter knows. No, she hasn't always known -- she found out within the last few months. Do I look THAT sick and perverted to you? Um. That was a rhetorical question.
*Yes, my daughter knows. No, she hasn't always known -- she found out within the last few months. Do I look THAT sick and perverted to you? Um. That was a rhetorical question.
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i mean that would be soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo awkward for both of you!
The responsible adult side would do what you did...
Then there's the side that likes to push buttons... that side would have made her swear she didn't get it from me, then let her wear it to school... just to see...
Now, of course, you'll have to post a pic of the shirt... "exhibit A".