I thought I had more time. I really did. I’m not looking forward to the teen years, but I thought I had at least 9 more years to worry about it.
Nope. It happened this morning. Claudia told me that I ruined her entire life. She even said it with perfect angst:
You ruined my entire life! **sob**
You know. It isn’t that I can’t see her point. I did push start on the microwave when she wanted to do it. That is almost as bad as the time my parents wouldn’t let me go to that party at Michael Paul’s house. They made me go to my Grandma’s house instead and that was the moment that I realized that my Mom and Dad stayed up late at night concocting ways to ruin my life.
As a parent, here is my question: If I already ruined her entire life, can I spend the money we were saving for her college on a nice vacation to wine country? I mean, she doesn’t stand a chance at ever being happy again (since I pushed start on the microwave) and Gabe and I would really love to go to visit some vineyards and eat at The French Laundry. What do you think?