The line between my blog-life and my real-life blurs when I am unable to remember whether I just told a lot of people this very amusing story about bassie or if I actually blogged it. I don’t seem to see it in my archives, so stop me if you’ve heard this one…
It is a quiet ride home from wherever I’ve been with the kids. Bassie suddenly speaks up just as we’re pulling up to the house:
Bassie: Mommy, I just want you to know…when I’m older …(pause) like in high school…(pause) and I’m out with my boyfriend…(pause) and we’re having a good time…(pause) I might not get home till late.
Me: Oh, okay. Well, Bassie, I just want you to know that there’s this thing called curfew, and it’s illegal for a minor to be out after like 11 PM on a school night or 12 AM on the weekends, but as long as I know you’re save, that will probably be okay. Is your boyfriend going to be nice to you?
Bassie: I wouldn’t be going out with him if he wasn’t nice.
Me: Yeah, so if he was mean to you, you’d just break up with him?
Bassie: Yeah, like if he made me, like, do chores, like doing the dishes or something…
Me: Yeah, like that.
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