When I was a hormonal adolescent, I was a bit of a hoochie coochie…
…don’t shudder, I’m 98% certain my mother doesn’t read my blog…
So, where was I…right, bit of a rep in high school…ahem…
Yesterday, my 14 year old son walks into the house with four of his friends.
My daughter and I are sitting at the dining room table scrapbooking…YES! I scrabook! Don’t look so surprised.
My daughter is almost 12.
She’d just finished dance class, so was wearing her leggings and a super cute tank top.
I look at those four boys in my living room, and say to her, “Zoe, you are so lucky to have older brothers.”
“Why?” She’s not yet boy crazy so she’s completely oblivious to the testosterone circulating four feet away from us.
“Because when you’re older, you’re going to have your pick of any boy you want. AND they’ll be in your own house.”…I’m momentarily imagining how easy my life would have been if I’d had 2 older brothers and their hot friends.
So for a few seconds, I’m staring wistfully off into space…
“Mom!” she says. “That’s so gross!”
“You think it’s gross now, but when you’re 16, and there are hot blooded young men at your immediate disposal, you’ll…”
…dramatic exit as she gracefully flits to her room.
So I repeat the scene to my husband.
“…so then, she got all mad at me. But you know, once those hormones kick in, she’ll appreciate what I just told her.”
His reply: “She won’t be like that.”
“Won’t be like what?”
Still no answer.
“Like what? Like me? Is that what you’re thinking? She won’t be like me?”
Not a word.
“Are you saying there’s something wrong with the way I was?”
He’s walking away now, staring at the football game on tv, saying, “Oh, I think my team just scored.”
He has now put his earphones on.
Yeah, I knew that last comment would shut him up.
I love it when I win the argument.