Today I was picking WG up from play rehearsal ("Little Shop" is only two weeks away!) This is the conversation that ensued as we pulled into the garage:

WG: So, A is going to pick me up at 6:30 to go to R's house.

Me: How do you know R again?

WG: MOM! She was standing right next to me on the sidewalk. Geez. How observant. She's in the play; she's Audrey 2.

Me: I'm sorry. I was watching to see if that boy was going to keep checking you out with me right there in the car glaring at him.

WG: (silent disgusted eye rolls)

Me: So, anyway, how old is R?

WG: She's a Senior.

Me:Why is a Senior inviting freshmen to her house to watch movies?

WG: Mom, don't you think I know who is a good person to hang out with and who isn't? She is harmless. I know plenty of destructive *Juniors*.

Me: How do you know *destructive* Juniors?

WG: Mom, the bus is crowded. We sit three to a seat. You get to know a lot about people that way.


LATER, at the dinner table:

Me: What movies are you going to watch?

WG: Well, we're going to start with "The Breakfast Club". Can you believe that R has lived to be 17 without seeing "The Breakfast Club?"

Me "Hey, screws fall out, the world's an imperfect place."

Me and WG in unison: "Does Barry Manilow know that you raid his wardrobe?"

OEH silently shakes his head and leaves the table, looking perplexed; speechless again.