Today my daughter and her friends (along with another mother and I) are going to the mall for the I Am Number Four autograph signing. Alex Pettyfer and Dianna Agron will be making an appearence at our local Hot Topic. Mind you, this is not a free meet and greet...the girls (actually us moms) had to purchase an officially licensed movie t-shirt with a wristband. The wristband guarantees them a chance to meet the stars as well as view a sneak peak of the movie.
So far, I'm all good with what's going on today.
My problem lies with what my daughter said last night when she came home from a basketball game. Instead of asking if she could spend the night at her BF's home tonight after the movie, she TOLD me she was spending the night. I love her friends and their parents. We've all known each other since the girls were in kindergarten. Call me old fashioned, but she is a minor and is living under my roof and regulations. I want her to ask if she is able to do things before she takes it upon herself to make the decision.
When I called her out on this, it started a disagreement that went like this:
Nikki: "You never let me do anything!"
Me: "I'm not saying no, you can't go. What I'm saying is, I would like for you to ask first."
Nikki: "You don't trust me!"
Me: "I'm not saying that either. What I'm saying is, I would like for you to ask first."
Nikki: "None of the other parents have a problem with this!"
Me: "I'm not everyone else's parents. I'm your mother and would like to be asked, not told."
Nikki: "Why are you doing this to me? Do you hate me?"
Me: "Nik, I love you. If you want to go to Isabella's house, just ask."
At this point, my daughter rolls her eyes and says, " Can I spend the night at Isabella's house after the movie?"
I ask you dear reader, was that so hard? Was I being disagreeable? I had to laugh this off, but I'm glad I stood my ground.
So when did I stop being "cool"? Apparently, when my daughter turned 14.
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