Youngest was invited to a party tonight. It sounded like it might be a tad more rowdy than the normal eighth grade affair so I thought I would check in with him about the ground rules.
"Here’s the thing," I said, "My instinct is to just trust you. I think you are completely able to handle whatever comes up at these things. What do you think of that?"
"Mom," he said, looking at me very seriously. "You can have a lot of confidence in me…"
I swear he paused here for dramatic effect before continuing…
"…because, unlike most people, I don’t give in to peer pressure."