When did I become old enough to have a daughter who desired to hang posters of teeny boppers on her wall?
Today. Today I am old enough. Today I am 32.
I'd like to blame my advancing age for my lapse in judgement to actually buy my daughter a teeny bopper magazine filled with teeny bopper posters. Or it might have been that I was completely overwhelmed in the grocery store checkout line, holding a 40 plus pound boy with a 100 plus degree fever who had but one request: store bought lettuce. How could I deny him such a simple request? And how could I deny my daughter's simple request for a teeny bopper magazine? I remember summers, 20 plus years ago, that I begged and pleaded for a copy of Teen Beat, just so I could drool over pictures of Ricky Schroeder, Kirk Cameron, and the lesser known Chris Young.
I should be grateful that Avery is hanging pictures of girl teeny boppers on her wall, rather than pictures of boys. I am definitely not old enough for that.
Posted by Molly at 8:13 AM