Yesterday when I got home, O ran up to me telling me she had a secret.
O: I have a secret. Want to hear it?
Me: Of course.
O: Caleb asked me out.
Me: *eyes wide* Excuse me? Camden asked you out?
O: *eye roll* No, Caleb. My best friend in my class. He asked me out. I don't like Camden.
Me: *having chest pains* What did you say to Caleb? What is this boy's last name? Have you ever seen his mother? (I probably sounded as frantic in real life too.)
O: Hall. His mom, hmmm, no. (like duh) Oh, and I told him maybe.
Me: Maybe? You should have said NO.
O: What? I said maybe.
So needless to say, Al and I had mini strokes and heart attacks last night. She's NINE. She's in FOURTH grade. Is it really that time where she's going to notice little boys? I was hoping this wouldn't happen until like college or something.
This growing up thing is tough. I don't like it at all! I swear just last week she thought boys had cooties.
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JJ came home one day and told me that one of his friends at school had told him "when a boy and girl kiss its called sex". THEY ARE 6 and 7 YEAR OLDS! *sigh* growing up is way too tough on the parents
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