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Originally posted by FiscusFish So glad we have a little boy.... We only have to worry about the police, drugs, crime, pregnancy, fighting, drinking, driving, bikes........ |
I've got the best of both worlds, with my first daughter I get to worry about her boyfriends, with my second I can worry about all of the above.

Fordie is right about not interfering, as I learnt from bitter experience. Jo (at about 16 yrs of age) told me she fancied one of the lads, Neil, who played hockey at my club but was too shy to go to chat with him. Now, I thought this lad was very dishy too (obviously half my age, but that doesn't mean you can't admire them, right?) and I wholly approved of her choice. So, in my usual bossy 'hockey captain' way I told him to ring her for a date. Which he duly did. On the appointed night he turned up to take her to the pictures. Imagine the ear bashing I got from my daughter when it turned out to be the wrong Neil. The one she fancied was the spotty, skinny one that used to skulk around behind the duke box. Valuable lesson learned, never interfere - unless she asked me to ask Chillo out on a date for her, which of course I would be happy to do without hesitation. There have to be some vicarious thrills in this motherhood malarkey.



