Saturday night my daughter told me
how much parmesan
to mix in the Alfredo.
She prefers her fettuccine
al dente.
She is smug and confident
and in-my-face.
If we haven’t rented a movie
she’ll watch commercials
and point out which models
I should date.
Emily, I want to ask her,
how is it you know so much?
I mean, what did I know
at seven?
I want to ask her
but that’s not something
I can do
on a Tuesday.