OK, I know that this is my second teenage daughter, but it doesn't get any easier.
Boys and guys are starting to look at my 13 year old daughter in THAT way.
It is a difficult time for a parent. You have to let it go, but there is the constant urge to grab the guy by the throat and shout
"Hey, she's 13 years old, you f-ing paedophile!"
But you can't, can you? Not without looking like a total psycho. Not without risking arrest. Not with out permanently scarring the child you want to protect!
This morning we had a talk about ideal boyfriends and came to the conclusion that one that resembled Custard, our Labrador, would be great. Someone who is happy to be patted on the head, talked to in silly voices and fed nice things. Yeah, that is a boyfriend that I could be happy with.
Of course, Mrs RC has another plan, which involves introducing them to Mr Baseballbat who lives under the stairs...