I wasn’t totally surprised when I found out (from another mom) that my 6th grade daughter* had a “boyfriend.” I had noticed the flirtation and bigger-than-usual-smile when he was around. Besides, I was in the 6th grade once, too. Back then, we called it “going steady.” Today, I hear it’s called “going out.”
I knew better than to say what I said, but it just slithered out of that dorkey-parent-talk space that materializes when you have children.
“I heard you’re going out with Sam.* So… where are you going?”
If you have an adolescent daughter, you can imagine the response.
I wasn’t making fun of her BF interest, just trying to keep it “light.” I just didn’t want her to think that we were diving head...