"Mom, J. and I met two girls today. They want to be our girlfriends!" W. informed me.
I smiled and asked, "Oh really? What are their names?"
"I don't know.....but they are 7th graders!!" He gushed.
Ah. Older women.
I figured he'd probably never see these girls again. And if they did cross paths in school, I was pretty sure he'd be ignored. I mean, he's ONLY in 6th grade and those girls are practically teenagers!
A few days later, I got the dreaded phone call from the nurse's office. Ever since the media freaked America out with news of the Swine Flu, I've been waiting for the shoe to drop in the Schmitty household.
"Mrs. Schmitty, I've got W. here and he isn't feeling well...blah, blah, blah." I heard the nurse say as my mind drifted off into thoughts of vomit, fevers, and quarantine.
"I'll be right there."
The nurse's office was packed to the rafters. There were children EVERYWHERE. I motioned for W. to come along and noticed that he had a ginormous, shit-eating grin on his face. I also noticed there was a blond-haired girl, sitting in a chair, with a similar expression.
As we walked into the hallway, I said, "Who is that?"
"The girl I told you about, the one I met this weekend!"
So begins my son's wooing of this girl, whose name, unfortunately sounds exactly like that of a stripper.
He has "friended" her on Facebook; an account he has only used, thus far, to play Bejeweled Blitz. He also, and I quote, "Sees her EVERY.SINGLE.MORNING!"
"Have you spoken to her yet?" I asked, quite amused at how smitten he is with her.
"Has she spoken to you?"
"Do you just ignore each other?"
"No. we just smile at each other!"
That's it baby, take your time.