This week, my 17-year-old son kindly informed me that he’d like me to meet his girlfriend… but that I embarrass him a little.
“You still shop in the teenagers’ section!”
I’m 40, fairly slim, and now I’m seriously wondering if my hairdresser can fit me in for some curlers and a nice perm.
The Day My Teenager Told Me to Dress My Age
Loulou
30/06/2026 - 12:16
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