My boy with his best friend, Flopper. Seems like only yesterday...
Our boy was so little here. It makes me a bit weepy to see this photo. Would you look at that sweet face? And Flopper is still around, but he's even more well-loved. Those little wiffit days are long gone. He's now 14 and a fine young man...Well, almost a man.
I'm feeling particularly melancholy and sentimental today. This is due to a new chapter in the boy's life. The title of this chapter? The Girl. Yep, you read it right. Here's the scoop...
Yesterday, he asked me if I would take him to the store to have a picture printed up. I said yes, certainly. When he was loading the photo from his camera to a memory stick, I saw the photo on the computer screen. A cute girl I had never seen before. Okay, I told myself, play it cool because 14 is a super sensitive age. The conversation went as follows.
Me: What a cute girl. Did you take that picture? (trying to sound nonchalant)
The boy: Yes. (chirp chirp)
Me: Is that Brenda, the friend you've mentioned before? (smooth like buttah, right?)
The boy: Yes. (again, chirp chirp)
End of conversation.
Actually, the Brenda inquiry was a bit of a guess on my part. A pretty good guess, as it turns out.
How did this whole situation end? Well, it ended with him getting a 4x6 and a wallet size and a frame for the 4x6. All with his own money. Oh, and me secretly threatening R to not tease the boy.
And so it begins....