Saturday, January 29, 2011

So nice of you to ask...

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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