Daughter: If I ask you a question will you promise to answer it without asking any follow-up questions?
Mother: No, because the question needs follow-up questions in order for me to answer it or you wouldn’t have asked me that.
Daughter: Fine! Nevermind!
Mother: No, go ahead ask the question.
Daughter: I don’t want to.
Mother: Yes, you do. You’re dying to ask me and it’s obviously about some boy you want to go out with that you think I won’t approve of.
Daughter: OH MY GOD! How do you know that? You’re soooooo weird.
Mother: Please. I know you better than you know yourself. It’s my motherly job. Ask the question.
Mother: Ask it.
Daughter: Okay. Here’s the question. What’s the maximum age for someone you’ll let me go out with? And just answer it without asking me a bunch of stuff, pleeeease.
Daughter: What? Ewwwww! You’d let me go out with a 40-year-old man?
Mother: See? You’re asking follow-up questions. Sometimes they’re important.
Daughter: Very funny. How old, really?
Mother: I don’t know – maybe 19. Depends on the guy and the circumstances. How old is this guy?
Mother: Where do you know a 19-year-old guy from?
Daughter: Through my friend Shelley that I work with.
Mother: When did you meet this guy?
Daughter: I don’t know. I’ve talked to him lots of times.
Mother: In real life or on chat?
Daughter: In real life, too.
Mother: And he’s not in high school anymore, right?
Daughter: No, he’s in university. Didn’t you ever go out with university guys when you were in high school?
Mother: Yes, and I thought it was really cool at the time, but when I was in university I thought it was really creepy when a university guy went out with a high school girl.
Daughter: Oh so I suppose it would be better if he’d flunked out a lot and was still in high school at 19?
Mother: No, of course not.
Daughter: Well, you said I could go out with a 19-year-old. What did you think he’d be doing?
Mother: Touché. I’ll change my answer to 18.
Daughter: NOoooOOOooooo! You can’t do that!!
Mother: You should be sticking to guys your own age anyway.
Daughter: I’ll be 18 in a couple of months
Mother: You’ll be 18 in 8 months. You just turned 17.
Daughter: Whatever. It’s your own fault for sending me to an arts school where there are hardly any boys and the ones that are there are all gay.
Mother: You wanted to go there. I did warn you.
Daughter: How was I supposed to know they were going to be that gay? Anyway, can I go out with this guy or not?
Mother: Where are you planning to go with this boy?
Daughter: I don’t know. For coffee, he said.
Mother: Oh, so just around the corner at Starbucks? And you’ll meet him there one afternoon like?
Daughter: I don’t know. We might go somewhere else. He has a car.
Mother: Ha ha ha ha ha HA! And you think I’m going to let you drive off in a car with some 19-year-old university guy I’ve never met?
Daughter: He can come in first so you can meet him.
Mother: No. I suggest you just meet him over at Starbucks the first time and see how it goes or go with Shelley and him and some other people. It’s never a good idea, no matter how old you are to drive off on a first date with someone you barely know.