Thursday afternoon..... my sweet son J came ambling up the driveway.... he's got a definite STRUT after the first 4 days of Middle School. (Gone is the nervousness from being the "new kid" in 6th grade...)
Clearly, he's feeling very capable, very competent. All good things. Mom approves.
He enters the kitchen - slings his backpack onto the table and gives me a sly smile. I immediately notice the "twinkle" in my son's eye.
Me: "J - what's up? You seem really happy about something...."
J: (twinkling even more, but trying to play it cool) "A girl talked to me in class today."
Me: "Oh, well that's nice. Do you know this girl?"
J: (twinkle twinkle) "Nope. Never met her. Still don't know her name."
Me: (puzzled, and now very curious) "Well what did she say to you?"
J: "She said: 'Do you work out? Because you have nice muscles.'"
Me: -Rendered Speechless-
So this is how it starts. This is how these girls wind up taking young innocent boys away from their mothers.
I'm kidding. Sort of.
But, c'mon. 6th grade????
That sounds like the kind of comment you'd hear in a singles bar, for crying out loud! Not in SIXTH GRADE!!
J is, as you can imagine, now VERY excited about his newfound manliness and its power over the opposite sex..... Oh, lordy..... my boy may never be the same....