Two days ago, the little tow-headed, ringlety haired boy who lives across the street asked my five year old if she would be his girlfriend. His name is Max. After being asked, the yellow-haired child ran inside to confer with her mother: "What should I say?"
"Tell him, 'Not until I'm 16.' "
Which she did. Apparently he was quite amenable and said they'd just be friends until then.
Is this my future with three girls - the tendrils of which even now begin to wind their way so gingerly about my neck?
Boys - one more reason to homeschool. Neighborhood Boys - one more reason to own a Louisville Slugger and to chew Skoal: "You wanna what, boy?" Ptoo. Of course, where I live, spectacles, a pipe, and a thick Victorian novel might better do the trick.
2 comments:
I don't know how exactly this will play out in real life, but Buck and I have told our boys this- Dating in our family will mean hanging out with our family and her family. Nothing more, nothing less. My 14 year old is not interested in girls. Yet. My 12 year old has had two crushes already, and one ended in an unpleasant way. I try not to worry about the future, but just like the many ways to "do church", we aren't sure the current trends of "doing dating" are promising or applicable.
Yes - a pipe and Victorian novel would turn the boys away quickly in the big city you live in! Golly, it's hard to find your way around with all the redlights! Whooeee! perhaps we should talk about prearranging our boys with your girls! They'd have cute kids - don't you think?! Hope all is well with you! I love the new look of your blog!
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