I realize this is among the least of the worries for a father of a beautiful teenage girl, but these boys keep calling here at late hours. It's 11:30pm and i just fielded another one. And i'm too much of a smart-aleck for my own good.
Last week or so, some young dude (i guess i can't really call them punks if i haven't met them, huh?) calls after 11pm. I answer, and he asks if Caroline is there. I curtly answer "of course". Silence. He starts to stammer and fumble. "Uh, um, i think i called the wrong number." I retort, "no, you called the right number; you just called at the wrong time."
Tonight, it's a different boy (i can't keep track of them all) who asks for Caroline. I ask him if he has a watch. He says no. I tell him he needs to get one, and then he wouldn't be calling over here so late.
Caroline says these boys are afraid of me, which cracks me up. I don't know that anyone's ever been afraid of me. But let's run with that.
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when you were younger you once said that just once you'd like to be the guy that some parent worried about......perhaps you were joking.....however.....NOW! YOU ARE FEARED!! Actually for the dad of a beautiful teenage daughter THAT IS a GOOD THING! Remember when your phone calls were limited to 10 minutes? My, how times HAVE changed. Keep up the good work; you are doing what a caring dad does. These "punks" oops....."dudes" WILL get the message sooner or later. love, mom
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