Milestone

[charisstoma]

Preface:

Homecoming game was last Friday. SAT exam was Saturday 7:45am.

Girl comes up to the son in class and asks if he will meet her at the game. He responds that he doesn't have the money for the ticket. She slaps down $10. She has her picture taken with him. Does he know the girl's name? No. Has he found out her name? No. I made him give back the money. He did not go to the game, I asked if he wanted to and he didn't and there was this super important TEST at O dark:30 the next day.

So this morning we go out to take the son to school and on the back window of the van is "We Love You" with 2 hearts. The son is cringing.

His words "They know where I live". The Hunted.

So driving to school, and ususally we play the game of 'OOOOO theres a student lets run them over'. To which the son always responds, "No Mom don't run them over." This morning theres a girl crossing in front of us... I look at him and he folds his lips closed. *is giggling hysterically* Evidently girls are now able to be run over by his mom without complaint. *he he he he* Another milestone has been met. At least as I told him they didn't tp the tree. Must take pictures. *runs off to buy the film*

Comments

[stonestepper.livejournal.com]

This is funny. Your son must be a sweetie. Watch out for those girls, they want your son.

[charisstoma.livejournal.com]

I am rather partial to him myself. *smile* But I agree with the mom who wrote of her son; 'He'll probably be an astrophysist but I'll have to dress him and then drive him to work'.
Still have to teach him to drive. *shudders* Am afraid, am very afraid.