So, Punk’s having a big sweet 16 party in a couple of weeks, right? It’s a catered affair with an ice cream and candy buffet being held in one of Local U’s nice reception halls. The mother of one of the girls she invited just called to ask if she could… get this… chaperone.
First of all, how STUNNINGLY disrespectful of both us and our daughter that she doesn’t think her kid would be safe at our party. Second, how incredibly disrespectful of her own kid (who is, herself, 16) that she doesn’t think she can be trusted at such a birthday party. Finally, how sad for her that she doesn’t trust her own parenting; if you feel you have to chaperone a 16-year-old to a birthday party, you clearly haven’t done your job.
I’m willing to play (marginally) nice for Punk’s sake, but I’m not going to go out of my way to engage this woman during the evening. I plan on having a good time and celebrating my kid, not entertaining an uptight, mistrustful mother.