She's only twelve, 13 in a couple of months, but good grief the hysteria is wearing. This member of the group is 'going out' with this member for three days, this one won't speak to the other one because she's 'going out' with her 'ex'. Then this evening one of them was 'trying to commit suicide'. I'm, of course, deeply concerned when told this.
Turns out she was just showing off on a particularly high climbing frame. Cue lots of back and forth text messages declaring 'you're my best friend ever and I cried for hours'.
If I was ever like this, mother, you have my unending apologies. I'm so bored of it - I'd never tell her, but golly it's dull. AIBU? Should I be a achingly sympathetic angel-mother?