A peek inside of an Instant Message conversation between The Wife and I had recently:
The Wife 2:23 pm: phew The Boy got a 91.38% on his math test todayShe’s awesome. And I’m not worried about helicopterizing my kids – given all of the helicopter parents that both The Wife and I have experienced in our work in higher education. We have made vows to each other that we won’t be like THAT. Hopefully.
Admissions Dude 2:23 pm: NICE. Attaboy!
The Wife 2:23 pm: this access [to his academic record via an online portal] is addicting
Admissions Dude 2:23 pm: haha... *thump, thump, thump*
Admissions Dude 2:24 pm: that’s the sound of your helicopter blades
The Wife 2:24 pm: he’s 12
The Wife 2:26 pm: it’s going to go like this:Admissions Dude 2:24 pm: hahahahaha
- 12 years old = helicopter,
- 13 = toy heliopter,
- 14 = paper airplane,
- 15 = occasional snowflakes,
- 16 = sprinkles, and
- 17+ = special ops helicopters that only come when called upon
"special ops"
BRILLIANT
The Wife 2:24 pm: well thank you
