Me: J’s got a fantastic work opportunity in Miami…
Daughter: What’s he doing there ?
Me: Repairs and paint finishes in a pop star’s house on Miami beach..
I tell her who the pop star is and wait for her to be visibly impressed…. She rolls her eyes, returning to the more important business of checking posts on her Facebook wall….then, from the mysterious, unfathomable regions of a teenager’s mind comes….
Daughter: What if he cheats on you..?
I fix her with a look that says ‘Can’t quite believe you said that.. though of course it’s possible J simply wouldn’t because angels don’t ever ever behave that way…’
Daughter: Just remember mum…what happens in Miami stays in Miami…..
I can’t help but feel somewhat …crestfallen…