First date, unofficially, yes, 3 days after my sixteenth birthday I had the pleasure of going on one. I now have the pleasure of 'Meeting the Parents'. Scary proposition right? As I freaked myself out over THE family dinner date, I got to thinking about all the times I was in trouble.
Were my parents grooming me for this very event in my life? Allow me to set the stage...interrogation chair...heat lamp...angry birds...I mean angry stink eyes from Mom and Dad. Oh, and the CHANCLA on stand by. For those of you that have never heard of the CHANCLA, it is not a myth. A CHANCLA is a sandal that is passed generation to generation. It has homing device capabilities and can take corners as the offending child is attempting to escape discipline.
Okay...returning to the topic of grooming the child for 'Meeting the Parents'. The Interrogation chair...you know the chair with the heat lamp attached while your parents ask all the questions who, what, why, where, when, oh...and what the...as you feel your face melting away from the death rays emitting from the dreaded stink eyes. You learn early on...the TRUTH will always set you free...even though a spanking or grounding soon follows after you've set yourself free.
Now, when I think of the interrogation chair or the CHANCLA I'm certain I'm ready for this date. I have such an appreciation for those grooming moments. Fire those questions away prospective boyfriend's parents! I've been groomed for this moment in an indirect way and I have my parents to thank. Not sure they would agree...but whatever gets me through the moments of being a teenager...I'll take it!
Wishing you a Saturday free of heat lamps, interrogation chairs, stink eyes, and the dreaded CHANCLA! Oh, and P.S. I had an awesome time with his family. I'm not sure why I freaked myself out. I'm one lucky girl!
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