Like most families, when I was growing up there were a few rules and requests set for my sisters and I. Mostly it was stuff like: don’t take drugs, don’t get a tattoo, don’t take risks, do well at school.
There were two other rules we had though which no one else seemed to have:
1. No singing at the dinner table.
2. No sleepovers at other people’s houses until 13.
The first one still makes us laugh and probably only came about because we were a musical family (I think choking was the main concern, although more likely it was because it was just darn annoying and after a long day my parents wanted to eat in peace.)
The second rule however was the source of many tears and fiery debates in our household, with my sisters and me all pleading for our parents to change their minds, even just once. We wanted to go to slumber parties and friend’s houses for sleepovers, just like everyone else.