Mr. Wright and I were walking through town today when a local teen boy passed. "Hi, Mr. Wright," the boy said as we passed.
"Why can't Princess go out with that boy?" I asked. "He's very polite. Sure, he needs a haircut. He really should pull his pants up, too, but he's so darned respectful."
I'll be the first to admit that I don't trust Princess's boyfriend. Many factors contribute to this mistrust, including unsavory bits of hearsay I've heard from fellow parents about him, his shaggy hair, his unnatural addiction to Vans, and more...
...but what really gets me is his insistance on calling me by the wrong name.
He passed by me on his way to work at the local market yesterday. "Hi, Christina," he muttered. No one gets away with calling me anything but Christina-Marie, unless we are making out on a regular basis.
I smiled, let him walk through the door, then snarled through clenched teeth, "It's Christina-Marie, you little greaseball."
Really, though, it's Mrs. Wright. Or Ms. Wright. Know why? Because I'm your girlfriend's MOTHER, and you should show a little respect, that's why.
It's not just the greaseball, either. All of my kids have an alarming percentage of friends who call Mr. Wright and me by our first names.
What's up with that?
I don't remember calling my friends' parents by their first names when I was growing up. If I did, I fully deserved to have my presumption slapped out of me by the nearest adult.
What about you? Did you call your friends' parents by their first names when you were growing up?
Do your kids' friends call you by your first name? Does it bother you? Am I old-fashioned? Too sensitive?