At the recent high school football game my eleven-year-old daughter spied two teenagers making out in the shadows above us.
“Ew…why do they have to do that?”
The game was a good one, so I didn’t give the couple much more than a once over. I saw nothing worth getting excited about. “Probably because they like each other.” As writer of young adult fiction, I’ve written many scenes like the one playing out above us.
“It’s so gross. I’m never going to do that.”
I laughed. “I’ll be sure to remind you of that.” I may not mind giving kissing scenes to the characters in my novels, yet the thought of my daughter locking lips with anyone doesn’t sit well with me. Heaven help the boy that tries one day. I’m afraid I’ll be the most uncool mother he’s ever met.