Flushed with embarrassment, the Angry Kid whispers (loudly enough for her father to hear, unfortunately) that she has a boyfriend.
Deep breaths. Inhale, exhale...
"Is he cute? What's his name?" I whisper back, feigning enthusiasm.
"I don't know," she replies.
"You don't know? He isn't in your class?"
"No, he's a fifth-grader."
"Um, does he know he's your boyfriend?"
"No."
Big hugs.
Monday, March 23, 2009
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Do me a favor when this happens for real, try out the response that I have planned for my now-3rd grade daughter -- cover your ears and say "BLAH BLAH BLAH I CAN'T HEAR YOU!!!" Let me know how that goes, please.
I suppose you've already passed the 'you need a bra' milestone, and the 'how moms and dads make babies' explanatory milestone?
I didn't think so. You just WAIT.
drdrA If I remember earlier blogging correctly, Angry Kid already knows how moms and dads make babies
It's hard enough to listen to an eigth-grader discuss the issue. I don't know if my constitution would withstand a primary grade discussion of the topic.
I do believe I have the vapors.
At eight, Bear still thinks boys are icky and smelly and that they do gross things.
I am thankful.
Danny- I must have missed that post somehow. Forgive my spotty reading of said blog.
I read the whole thing in one sitting about a week and a half ago, so it's no surprise that I'd remember and somebody else might not!
Awwwwww!
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