Kids these days.

At dinner tonight there was a table kitty-corner from ours that was a party of six girls. If I had to guess they were probably 14-ish. I could be off by a year or two but I can say pretty confidently that the only way those girls got themselves to the restaurant was via parental escort or public transportation. They were all dolled up in an attempt to look a lot older then they actually are even though three of the six girls had braces and I think one had ordered apple juice as her beverage.

All of their outfits made me think of how my father must have felt when I was fourteen and trying to leave the house. One young lady clearly had a sweater on when she left her house, but once out of sight of her parents, quickly removed and shoved it in her purse not to be worn again until returning home. She was wearing a strapless black dress and red bra. Yes, I said strapless and yes, I said bra. Classy.

All six girls had cell phones which they spent approximately 78% of dinner talking on, texting boys, talking pictures of each other or just looking at the shiny buttons. But I think what truly aged these girls was their menu selections as three of the girls ordered french fries...for dinner. Enjoy it while it lasts, ladies.