i was hanging out with my girl tonight while she had a relaxing spa time in the bathroom. she'd eaten a bunch of sugar because it's chris' birthday so of course there was cake. and starbursts. it made for a very chatty half hour and for once she wasn't talking about her toys or favorite computer games. she was talking about puberty and when she'll be old enough to shave her legs and things she wants to do in her life. she asked me what things i wanted to do when i was a kid that my parents wouldn't let me do.
well, that list was pretty much endless, so i just picked a few. one thing i told her that i'd wished to do when i was a teenager was to go on dates with boys. she looked surprised and asked why they wouldn't let me date. i told her that they didn't trust the boys to behave themselves.
i debated on whether it would be appropriate to explain any further, but before i said anything else, she shook her head and with a knowing look said, "they were afraid the boys would bring chainsaws and cacti, weren't they? those teenage boys can be very irresponsible with chainsaws and break delicate things like clocks or even your arm!"
and once again, she was my sweet, naive ball of childhood innocence. i'm so glad.