this morning #874.

this morning, this young boy behind the counter was giving my teen daughter this look that told me for sure that his intentions were not pure. i tried giving him the stink eye to let him know that i was on to him but he was too fixated to even notice. could i have called him out? put a stop to the situation? of course. am i type of mother who raises that sort of ruckus? absolutely not. my daughter would disown me for being so “cringe.” she’d hit back with a thousand questions about the choices i’d made when i was her age. it wasn’t worth it. by the time we left with our coffees, he’d got her number & there was no turning back. i was certain he’d soon get her pregnant.