Teenage Pukefest - A Parent's rite of passage
My wife and I exchanged a few text messages yesterday:
Wife: Survived J's pukefest - just 3 pukes in the house - the rest outside. Typical kids, bought hideous coloured liquor to do shots etc. Real rite of passage for me!
Me: Marvellous! Did J have a hangover? I'll ring tomorrow or Sunday.
Wife: Bit of a one. But at least he didn't get puking drunk like so many others. Place stinks of vomit. M (daughter) sleeping over at K (*). Ahem! Tried to give her a casual chat about not allowing things to get too physical.
(*) K is the budding boyfriend, a boy she's known since her first year at school. Until very recently, she despised/ridiculed him as he was the fat little boy in first year, the only boy, who cried when given an injection by the school nurse. He remained fat until a year ago but has turned into a tall, lean boy who's rather good-looking. And, his parents live in a huge house on a farm miles out of the city.