We live in Amish country.
Rumspringa.
The Devils Playground. My hairdresser did hers and never went back.
Correct me if I am wrong, but they are allowed to have their gentleman caller sleep in their bed. This is after they decide to come back.
Rumspringa is the 14yr olds b-day times infinity, but at 16. Les (she called me GucciGirl bcz I would come across the hall after my shift at Zales) said she felt she made the right decision. She has a daughter and can't imagine raising her Amish.
Took me a while to believe her. She is very deadpan like me (I hate people who have to ask if I am joking)
We have a weird cultural blend. In the fog we watch for horse drawn wagons, tractors, sugar beet trucks. At the mall we see Mennonites.
Maybe it seems like my parenting skills are lacking. I don't mind what is thought. I walked barefoot over hot coals and broken glass in Hell to raise my cousin. Changing her sheets, I only did once. Why? Neon, glow in the dark vibrator between the mattress and box spring.
I probably would have called the police on the party. 14 is intolerable for that type of party.
Edited, May 21st 2009 10:55pm by GrowlingBunny