I always thought that when I'm a parent I'd be one of those cool, hip parents with the cool hip house where all the kids would want to hang out at. If I have a daughter, I will take her to the (equivalent of) Hannah Montana or Backstreet Boys concert. She will get her first Barbie before she turns 28. And if I have a son, he'll get drum and guitar lessons. If he wants, I'll take him to the (equivalent of) Hannah Montana concert.
Today I basically threw myself under the bus.
The topic was whether or not a school should implement uniforms. I think I'm cool. I think I'm hip. I think I understand the younger generation.
Really? I'm just delusional.
I vote for uniforms, and to hell with a kid's freedom of expression. Have you seen what kids are wearing today? Holy shit! Skirts are shorter than my undies! (and for the record, I DO NOT sport granny panties). I'm not a big fan of guys wearing pants so baggy the belts are to keep the jeans at the knees.
When did I become such an old fogie? Have I really become more 'sensible'? Am I just a hop, skip, and step away from talking about the merits of a minivan over an SUV?
Pray for my unborn children...
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