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I’m a fuddy-duddy, pucker-mouthed prude

Would you allow your teenager to have a sleepover with his/her boyfriend or girlfriend in your home, with your blessing?

This debate surfaces every few years. There’s always a new batch of parents claiming it’s the safest option for their children. It’s the old “they’re gonna do it anyway…” outlook on life. It’s parenting by surrender. Wave that white flag, mama, you are no match for raging testosterone. Right? Wrong? Somewhere in between?

My full rant can be found over at Mile High Mamas. I’ve said this before: You don’t have to be gasping for air to go there. You can be at 100 feet in elevation and still participate. Love to see you there!

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