Elli and I got in a huge fight the other night. It ended with her calling me the "Fun Crusher." It was like a punch in the gut. No one ever wants to be called a fun crusher. Ever. I basically told her she couldn't do something - which apparently all her friends were doing and it set off a fight like we've never had. She's 14. Completely independent with an incredibly strong will like most teenagers. Here's the thing. She's a really good kid with a good head on her shoulders. She has great judgement which is why she sent me a text asking permission to do something. Her friends did not do that with their parents. They took the risk. I'm not sure if Elli was really going to ask permission. Or if my text to her asking when she would be home prompted her to ask permission. I'll never know. I know you're wondering what happened. Basically, Elli wanted to jump in the high school pool (which was closed) with all her clothes on with ...
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