So the oldest just turned 9 and thinks she turned 16. While waiting for dinner, all three were discussing how soon they would be teenagers. Already not a good sign. . .
So in a moment of parental wisdom / what was I thinking, I decided to seize the opportunity to have a conversation with them and discuss what was ahead for them.
Eloquently, I began with “The trouble with being a teenager is that you think you know everything”.
In hindsight, I should have stopped there, but continued and attempted to put it in perspective for them.
“Let’s see how old am I?” I asked…
“36” they all shouted in unison.
“Yes – there you go. I am 36 and I still don’t know everything.”
In a comment which will be long remembered and definitively identifies which side of the gene pool she comes from (mine), the 9 year old quickly responded.
“Yeah. You don’t even know how old you are.”
