Teenage troubles

I know the day is coming when I will have to *shudder* welcome teenage boys to Divorce Towers. Much as I would like my darling girls to continue playing with their My Little Ponies into old age, I do accept that time has moved on. For one thing, they just don’t spend as much time combing out those pink and purple manes and tails as they used to. In fact, all the My Little Ponies are now stabled in the cellar, having been earmarked for ‘a garage sale, a junk shop, whatever’ by their once-proud owners. The only reason that they are not long gone is because I couldn’t bear to part with them.

All right, there are boys out there with my girls’ names on. It’s going to happen. They will meet , they will flirt, they will – yikes – fall in love. They may well have their lovely hearts broken.  I’ll have to take a lot of deep breaths and possibly stop myself from browsing online Kalashnikov sites.

It will be a whole  new world for us all to negotiate. Any help will be gratefully received. That’s why I’m running a little clip from Parent Channel TV (no money has changed hands, I’d just like to say) which may well help us all when the dread day comes. Eeek:


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