Teens have a crazy way of letting you know they are the master of their own universe. Sometimes they even make a lot of sense. Case in point:
Frick comes home two days ago all giddy and happy. She's got that certain glow about her and she's ready to talk. I, of course, am completely thrilled and open for discussion on the topic of this newest source of her happiness as she shares with me the vital details; his name, rank and serial number.
How exciting for her! The good feelings seem to be reciprocal and youthful infatuation takes it's natural course. It would seem only logical then, that I inquire casually about her "new friend" yesterday. Right? Wrong.
ME: So, how are things with So And So?
(This is never a good sign)
ME: Did something happen?
HER: No, but I do not want to talk about it, so stop asking me all the time.
ME: Umm, I just asked you once. How does that suddenly become all the time? Besides, you were the one who was doing all the talking the other day and now the topic is off-limits? I'm confused.
ME: Exactly, the topic is off-limits? Why is it that you can willingly share information with me but the second I inquire about it, you abruptly clam up and deny access?
HER: How about I let YOU know when I want to talk about it?
ME: (pausing for a moment to search for the right response) Well, who died and made you boss?
Did I really say that? Yes I did and I'm not proud of it. I fell victim to the oldest trick in the book. The role reversal swap. I knew she had me so I just walked away. What more could I say?
Schooled by my own child.
Access completely dee-nied!