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Twitterpated

Yes, Spring is in the air.

I had the following conversation with K. at the breakfast table not more than 5 minutes ago.

Me: "You're looking particularly handsome today, son." (He really was, and I try to notice these things.)

K: "Hmmm."

Me: "Any reason?"

K: "Well, Matt asked Chabeli if she wanted to go out with me yesterday."

Me: Raised eyebrows...

K: "Just like, to hang out with me at recess."

Me: "And you call that 'going out?'"

K: "Yeah, but she said no, 'cause she's still getting over someone."


FIFTH GRADERS, FOLKS.

Of course, in fifth grade, I was 'going' with Kurt Englund. And that meant we never hung out at recess, but rather, stood around talking to our friends about who we were going with. Heck, I don't think we even spoke to each other. I do remember feeling particularly heartbroken when he broke up with me.

And so goes the circle of life.

Twitterpated, indeed.

Comments

  1. Anonymous11:15 AM

    Oh my gosh. Your son is so open and forthright with you about girls... we have girls "stalking" Jared (walking by the house looking) - but he gives no indication that he knows they are alive... he does msn a few though, but claims he has never spoken to them in school. He is going to the spring dance tonight with his buddies though - and refuses to say whether he will dance or not...it is his first dance and he is so cryptic - I can't wait for Kez to get to this stage...she will rattle on and on - a mother's dream. Hey, don't you think it is funny that I call girls stalkers when we was the stalkers, but it was just liking someone....funny days.

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  2. Anonymous1:06 PM

    That's awesome that he will just tell you what's happening like that. Mine is about to turn 14 (ugh-how old am I??) and he will tell me, but it takes a little prodding.

    Our only stalker just moved a couple of weeks ago so it may be a slow summer...*LOL*...not that I'm complaining.

    M~

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  3. Anonymous11:47 PM

    oMgoodness! I cant even imagine this kinda of conversation from a 5th grader... I am so scared of those days ahead!

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