The car is a great place for a conversation with your tween because they are cornered like a rat in a cage. So I like to use this time to check in on the goings on of Brooke’s life.
Me: So how is that project at school going?
Brooke: Not so good.
Me: What happened?
Brooke: Well, yesterday I hot glue gunned a popsicle stick to my head.
Me: And how does this happen?
Brooke: I was gluing two sticks together and hot glue got on my finger so I jumped up, screamed, and started shaking my hand.
Me: And the hair?
Brooke: Well, Mom, of course the sticks flew off my hand and one landed on top of my head.
Me: (laughing) That must have left a mark.
Brooke: (annoyed) Well yah, and I had to rip my hair out to get it off! (shows me a spot on her head which looks the same as it did yesterday)
Me: (really laughing now) Dork!
Brooke: No Mom, the real dork in the class is this guy Frankie (name changed to protect the innocent). He’s sooooooooo stupid! He asked me for the glue gun so he could glue his hand and see how hot the glue was. It’s so embarrassing having to work with him!
Me: Okay, I’m with you there. That’s pretty stupid.
Brooke: Mom, some guys are just dorks.
Mom: But honey, don’t you think somewhere Frankie is driving around in the car with his mom telling her about this dork named Brooke who hot glue gunned a popsicle stick to her hair?
Brooke: But that doesn’t make him any less of a dork .