If your kids fuck up, it’s your partner’s fault
Polarized Parenting
Schismogenesis
SO, THE KLOTZ’ CHILDREN DROVE THEIR SUV to the beach, ferrying a dozen of their friends, six cases of beer, and three trays of hash brownies their daughter Cynthia baked for the party. Other than the brownies, it would otherwise be an innocent excursion. Except Cyntia was 15 — only in possession of her learner’s license — and her brother Sean only 13.
Considering their oldest friend was 16, and Cyntia’s license required a 21-year-old in the passenger seat, they’d have never received their parents’ permission. Which, most likely, explains why neither child bothered to ask.
Compounding the infraction, the police were called to the beach by the family who owned the property upon which they were partying because no one in the SUV had the sense to check whether they were on public land. Sean, a genius in auto shop, rigged JBL Partybox Speakers, complete with light show and karaoke, to the car stereo.
Considering their oldest friend was 16, and Cyntia’s license required a 21-year-old in the passenger seat, they’d have never received their parents’ permission. Which, most likely, explains why…
