Ian and I went on a date tonight. A genuine cologne-involved excursion for dinner and a movie. The dinner part was great (JCW's...how can you go wrong?) but somewhere between locating our seats and the end of the movie we experienced a slight complication. This difficulty presented itself in the form of 4 teenage girls, 4 cell phones, and a penchant for seat-kicking.
For the most part, I was able to enjoy the movie and even shed a couple tears...all in spite of the Teen Girl Squad camped out behind me. When I wasn't listening to them giggle, ooooh, and awwww in response to the multiple (so very many) texts they received during the movie, I was involved in a strange battle for seat-back territory. Apparently Teen Girl #3 thought my seat back belonged to her lounging legs. After the 20th kick in the head I was forced to verbally inform her that she was overstepping her bounds.
As I ponder the events of the evening I am led to ask three important questions:
1. What kind of child is so oblivious to other people that they have no idea they have actually smacked someone in the head with their hideous uber-pink Ugg?
2. Are we really so dependent on our texting that we can't turn off our cell phones for a measly two hours?
and
3. How in the world to I prevent my daughters from becoming one of them?
I swear to you, if I ever hear of my daughter kicking someone in the head or texting for 2 hours straight and driving unsuspecting strangers to distraction with her whispering...heads will roll!
