These pants are out of control
By Complex Mom on February 10, 2014
We kicked off the weekend with a single moment of brilliance, as MFP and I finally figured out a parenting strategy to cope with the twisty arguments of Oldest. I had agreed to help with the middle school track practice, and MFP had some car repair things to take care, but for the moment we had a relatively calm house as Oldest had begrudgingly attended a tempo workout for the upcoming track season. Before we all went our separate ways, I said to MFP, “we really just need to practice our teenage parenting technique by preparing as if we were going to spend the day in a courtroom arguing with someone who is full of hormones and a bit of age-related angst.” “What do you mean?” “We need to role play.