The other day Media Girl wanted to visit a friend in a nearby town and decided to borrow Motivated Mom's car rather than use the SUV we have made available to her. The borrowing took place without prior request and when we called her on her cell phone to question her presumptuousness Media Girl offered a plausible explanation about gas mileage.
Plausible, but not convincing. Obviously the real reason was that driving a sporty looking car is soooo much cooler than driving an SUV.
Hey - wait a minute - what was Media Girl doing answering her cell phone while driving?
Motivated Mom and I decided not to demand Media Girl return immediately - just to make sure she filled the gas tank back up.
When Media Girl returned, the odometer showed she had driven four hundred miles.
The friend Media Girl was visiting (supposedly) lives fifteen miles away. How in the heck did the car come back with enough additional miles to have gone to New York City and back?
I was ready to revoke Media Girl's driving privileges for life despite the agreed upon document on the refrigerator door (see this week's earlier post titled Part Two).
I'm getting too old for this parenting thing.
As a teenager, I most wanted the perceived freedom of adulthood. Now that I am a card carrying adult, I want to go back to being a teenager so I don't have to constantly work at staying one step ahead of a teenager.
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