Each generation comes up with their own way to feel unique. To boldly go where no teenager has gone before. In my day, it was bell bottom pants, hip huggers, platform shoes, and long stringy hair. None of which were permanent. But limits were pushed, you can believe that.
My oldest daughter is about to turn 13 in a few short weeks. She is already celebrating by perfecting her boundary testing and limit pushing. Today her sister, the town crier, let it be known throughout the kingdom, “MOM, EMME PUT STREAKS IN HER HAIR!”
But did she use a product made for hair?
She used PURPLE NAIL POLISH. NAIL. POLISH. PURPLE.
And indeed, her purple streak ran from the top of her part, all the way down her beautiful light golden chestnut hair. After a suitable amount of freaking out, since I am entitled, I quizzed her where she would get an idea to put nail polish on her hair. She stated that one of her girlfriends did it. I stifled my mother’s own words, spoken to me many many times in my impetuous youth, “Well, if your friend jumped off of a cliff, WOULD YOU FOLLOW HER?”
I never knew anyone who jumped off of a cliff, btw.
I really thought I had exhausted the list of possible danger/stupid scenarios to educate my children. Things that you never really think need to be verbalized, but nevertheless, you hear them come out of your mouth as your children grow. A few of my favorites have been (in no particular order):
• Do NOT lick the electric socket (also insert toilet seat, sidewalk, etc.)
• Never drink the Draino.
• Do NOT stick the peas into your nose.
• Boogers are NOT a good source of protein.
• Even though it’s red, shiny, and says PULL, don’t do it!
• Don’t flush your head down the toilet!
• KEEP YOUR CLOTHES ON IN THE LIBRARY.
• Do NOT color your hair with nail polish.
Please feel free to join the party and insert your own (stuff I never thought I’d have to say out loud) in the comments section of this post, so that I know I’m not alone.
(And btw, the nail polish did wash out before it dried. Disaster averted. For now.)