
inspired by Fandango’s One Word Challenge (FOWC) of 20 October 2022, sordid.
When my daughter was eight years, no more,
Had a fight with her friend; it was war,
I did not care a jot,
Til I heard a loud knock,
And I saw this girl’s mum at the door.
Used to happen a fair bit. Not when she was younger, but teens. Old enough to know better. I took no interest because I figured she should take responsibility for her actions.

That’s one way of teaching them.
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It didn’t, unfortunately. It took her a few more years of “finding out the hard way”. Even now, she is still finding out that childhood “friends” were sometimes a waste of space (though we had to let her discover that for herself, of course). She was 23 last birthday.
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Kids!!!
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who’d have ’em?
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Apparently everyone wants to have one of their own.
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You’re very lucky if she did, we had the dreadful foursome (me, hubby, son, police) so many times I lost count
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Mine got arrested ’bout thirteen. I’ve never even met a policeman, ‘cept for her. Even now!
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One of your best, B.
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Thanks, Misk.
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I remember my mom chatting with the law a few times because of one of my brothers (a teenager in the 1970s, tough times for youth).
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Y I guess that’s just the age where you keep pushing the limits.
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that is a cute picture you used here 😂. nice post
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I’ve got a decent collection just of graphics now.
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