Minibags (15) has been invited to the birthday sleepover of a friend who will be sixteen. Friend's mother has asked me to send her a text acknowledging that the fifteen and sixteen year olds will be supplied with alcoholic drinks. I'm pretty sure that some of them fully intend to get drunk. I don't feel I can send that text even though Minibags has never even tried a sip of any alcoholic drink DH and I might be having–peer group pressure (and drunken peer group pressure at that!) and all that. It's not that I don't trust her, more that I don't feel comfortable putting her in that position. Nor do I feel comfortable being put in the position I've been put in by friend's mother!
Sometimes I hate being a parent.
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Well Labour’s “patriotism” didn’t last very long, did it? 🇬🇧