The other night he told me that some girl in his class kissed him....
Oh don't worry everyone, he was quick to tell me it wasn't on the lips...he couldn't remember where it was but he knew for sure it wasn't on the lips....
Oh. My. Gosh.
Needless to say we had a LONG discussion about appropriate behavior between girls and boys.
And as if I didn't have enough to freak out about, last night I was sitting at my sewing machine trying to pound out all the stuff I need to get done for my craft fair when the phone rang. It was after 9, so I figured it was someone with something important to say. So I answer:
Voice of a small little girl: Hi! Is *The Boy* there?
Me: *after sticking my finger in my ear and wiggling it around to make sure I could hear correctly* What!? Who?
Voice of a small little girl: Is *The Boy* there?
Me: Um (looking at the clock-very confused, its 9:15)......he's in bed right now.....who is this!? (at this point in the conversation my voice starts to get higher and higher, and slightly squeeky. The Man, in fact, comments on it afterward. It was really weird...)
Voice of a small little Girl: Oh, well this is Jennifer.
Me: Jennifer? Jennifer who?
Voice of a small little girl: Jennifer Soandso
Me: Are you in his class at school?
Voice of a small little girl: Yes I am!
Me: well, he goes to bed pretty early since he has to get up for school. *hint hint-what the crap are you doing still awake little girl!?* But you can see him in class tomorrow...
Voice of a small little girl: Oh, Ok then...bye!
Me: *in my squeaky, high voice* ok, bye.....
Only afterward did The Man point out that I didn't even ask what it was she wanted to say to The Boy. I frankly didn't care.
A girl had called for my son.
I wasn't properly prepared. I haven't even thought about that happening EVER! At least until he was 50 and an astronaut... remember!?
I sat at my table laughing insanely to myself at the absurdity/seriousness of the situation. After a while the man started giving me weird looks, so I stopped. But I couldn't stop thinking about it. To the point that I couldn't even sleep!
The next day I mentioned it to The Boy and he just smiled. Of course.
I then waited around all day for him to come home and tell me what it was she wanted.
"oh, well she said she couldn't remember, and then she told me she wanted to tell me I was weird."
Really? Thats all?
Haa hA haa haa HAAA haa haaaaa!
Why was I so worried? I had thought for sure she wanted to tell him that she loved him and then would continue to call all day every day until we finally had to move away.
But no...they are only 7...and at 7, everybody is weird.
Come to think of it, at 27, everybody is weird too.