If you’re a parent to a daughter, you probably already dread the day she’ll come home with her first boyfriend. You’ll probably have some sort of a speech ready, and steel yourself to the eye-rolling that follows.
But at least you may still be qualified to give your daughter relationship advice.
Click through to Scary Mommy to read my post about why A and I will never be able to give P any sort of credible advice when it comes to boys.
A word about Scary Mommy, Jill Smokler. In a world of bloggers and Bloggers, Jill is a BLOGGER. She is a force of nature—a gazillion Facebook fans, advertisers clamoring for space on her site, and an upcoming book, Confessions of a Scary Mommy.
Needless to say, I’m flabbergasted to be guest blogging Scary Mommy today. To put it in Northern California foodie-speak (the only language some of you—you know who you are—speak), it’s like I opened a food truck, and after five months Alice Waters asked if I wanted to whip up a meal at Chez Panisse one night. Yeah, it’s like that.
Anyway, take a sec to click through and read “True Love.” And feel smug in knowing that you’re not us.