“Something happened at school today.”
I look at my son in concern.Â This could be anything.
“I almost asked out a girl.”
Uh…back the truck up, you WHAT?Â I just grin, and ask why he didn’t.
“Someone beat me to it.”
I blink a few times, trying to digest this.Â Clear my throat, “Okay.Â So why didn’t you ask her out too?”
“Well, cuz then she’d be going on a double date.”
I resist the urge to facepalm right in front of him, stifle my laughter and point out that this is NOT what I meant.
He has since assured me that this coupling won’t last because Cindy* is country, and the other boy is city/hiphop.Â “It won’t last until next week.”
My poor boy.Â I’ll be having his Dad have a chat with him tonight.Â He needs a few clues thrown his way.