A Rite of Passage

Today, it was my job to take Dani to Parent Teacher Conference over at the junior high. Before leaving, I came upstairs dressed in my sweats (hey, they're my classy pair, blue with white racing stripes down the side), a t-shirt, and nice white tennis shoes. I put my coat on, and sat down to wait for Dani.

"Hey, let's get going!" I said, trying to get her to put on her shoes and coat.

She took one look at me, and said in that teenager way, "That's what you're wearing?!"

As we drove down to the junior high, the more I thought about it, the more it made me laugh. I have gone through a rite of passage. I have gained the ability to embarrass my teenage girl, just by by what I wear. Aaaaawesome. Later, Zen and I had to high-fived each other, so proud of our ever-increasing parenting skills.