Image by crafterm via Flickr Miss me? I took nearly an entire month off from whining. Didn't want to dampen the holiday spirit. But my ex-husband did something so idiotic, that I have to blog about it. Over New Year's, he took my daughters to France for a ski weekend. I guess there is no drinking age in France. Children of any age can just walk into bars and order a tall one. On New Year's Eve, my ex celebrated his 50th birthday, and to christen the landmark occasion, he gave our 15-year-old permission to drink, too. Which she did. And she loved it.
Oh, great. Now I have to clean up the mess he made and explain to our daughter that as much fun as she had drinking in France, it is illegal over here for kids her age. I know that the old saying "When in Rome, do as the Romans do" translates easily into French. But as a parent, I think it is irresponsible to allow teenagers to drink alcohol anywhere in the world. Sends a confusing message to a very impressionable group of kids.
I can only hope that when she is invited to a party and is given the choice between a coke and a beer, she chooses "the real thing." Or she's going to get into some real trouble.