Relationship Rules

my oldest asks for advice:
 What should I text the boy
 whose number my friend got for me?

 (just a pinch of middle school, relived)
 Ask him about his weekend,
 tell him you went skiing,
 ask what his favorite foods are…

 In a huff, she stomps out of the kitchen,
 her adolescent heels too stubborn for her old mum.
 That is terrible advice!
 I won’t say any of those things!

 How many successful relationships have you had?
 (my attempt at middle school banter)
 To which the youngest,
 just ten and always listening,
 banters back,
 Technically, Mama, you’ve only had one–your marriage. All the rest were epic fails.
 Touché, my smart-alec girls,
 for always knowing the brutal truth