One day a white teenager, Amy, enters the living room of her suburban home and announces: "Mom? Dad? My boyfriend, Michael, and I are having sex and we're thinking of having a baby."
Her mom and dad simultaneously reply, "M-m-m" and the dad continues reading the paper and the mom continues knitting.
Another day Amy enters the living room and announces: "Mom? Dad? I've joined a cult. We have an altar ready for human sacrifice."
Her mom and dad simultaneously reply, "M-m-m" and the dad continues reading the paper and the mom continues knitting.
Another day Amy enters the living room and announces: "Mom? Dad? I'm doing drugs, all of them--herb, crack, X, heroin and crystal meth."
Her mom and dad simultaneously reply, "M-m-m" and the dad continues reading the paper and the mom continues knitting.
Another day Amy enters the living room and announces: "Mom? Dad? I have a new boyfriend. His name's 'Arthur,' and he's a serial killer."
Her mom and dad simultaneously reply, "M-m-m" and the dad continues reading the paper and the mom continues knitting.
Another day Amy enters the living room and announces: "Mom? Dad? My life has no meaning. I'm thinking of ending it."
Her mom and dad simultaneously reply, "M-m-m" and the dad continues reading the paper and the mom continues knitting.
Another day Amy enters the living room and announces: "Mom? Dad? I have a new boyfriend. His name is 'Melvin.' He's black."
Her shocked parents simultaneously yell, "What the hell?! as the dad tosses his paper in the air and the mom drops her knitting gear.
The dad rises from the love seat and yells, "I'm getting my gun!"
"Where did we go wrong?" the mom asks rhetorically.
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