Monday, September 28, 2009

Fine Parenting Moment Number 1943

At dinner last week, as we were discussing plans for my daughter's 11th birthday:

Husband: You're going to be how old, now?

Daughter: Eleven.

Husband: Eleven?!? Oh, God no, save us.... You're practically a dang teenager!

Daughter: Not a teenager, Dad. I'm a "tween." That's what my friend D says, anyway.

Husband: A "tween"? What's a "tween"? Is that like the stuff that's "tween" my toes?

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He's lucky she didn't kill him in his sleep that night.

5 comments:

Green said...

I hope for your daughter's sake this was not said in public or in front of any of her friends.

SkylersDad said...

She will kill him when she actually becomes a teen. That's when the real hormones kick in!

Quilter422 said...

ROFL!

Gaston Studio said...

What a great sense of humor he has! Love it!

Lawfrog said...

He should learn to sleep with his eyes open so that when she is a teen and he says something dumb like this, he can keep himself safe from the homicide brought on by raging hormones;)