Anonymous wrote:I would have smiled sweetly and given it right back to her on Mother's Day.
Ha. When I was living at home the summer after law school, studying for the bar, my dad left "The Rules of Dating" or some such book where I usually sat at the dining room table. He'd never said anything before about my lack of steady boyfriends but passive-aggressive is sometimes his thing. So I went down to the basement where I recalled once seeing a book about inter-religious dating -- "What to Do if Your Jewish Daughter Marries a Goy" or something like that -- and left it on his desk. The next day it was back in the basement and he never raised the subject again.
Fast forward a few years and my parents both adore my husband, whom I met about a year after that charming exchange.
