You
know, being a parent isn’t always like a scene from Evil Dead.
Sometimes there are good surprises, like when I was playing my iPhone in the car and my 15 year old son was actually impressed that I had Childish Gambino on my playlist - that I even knew who he was. For a few minutes, I was cool.
Sometimes I hit the jackpot and get more than one of these minor miracles in a 30 day period.
This week, my 14 year old daughter cooked
dinner: Fettuccine Alfredo with peas &
sliced tomato mixed in, Caesar salad and garlic knots.
It was delicious and I
can’t even begin to describe the wave of relief that I felt in not having to pretend
I liked it.
Teenagers might just be okay. For now.
