My daughter was eleven when the phone started to ring for her. Her school girl friends would call and for the next hour or so the phone lines would be a buzz with the latest he said she said sagas. When she was thirteen the phone calls started to come from boys and I could have handled this better.
The first time this happened the little snot nose said "Hey is Cathy there?". I paused and held the phone away from my ear for a second before hanging up on him. I went to my daughters room, braving the "Do NOT Enter!" sign mounted to the door and told her "Any boy that might call this house needs to be extra polite to me or else no messages will get transferred to you!".
There may have been some righteous indignation from her but to be honest I think I was suffering from a mild shock so I can't be sure. A few days later the phone rang and a little timid voice said "Excuse me sir but is Catherine home and may I speak with her?" I breathed a few deep breaths before I once again hung up on the little "one track minded miscreant".
Entering my daughters room I let her know that the odds of any messages from any boys being sent her way were low to non-existent and that politeness was not much of an issue after all. This time I am sure there was quite a bit of emotion from her as I made a quick retreat from her room.
I guess I just wasn't old enough to have her to be old enough for boys to be calling around. Maybe next year, maybe not.