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So.
She comes home from school yesterday. With a friend.
A friend who is a boy.
He comes over after school pretty often. He lives up the road. No biggie.
They come up to me after a bit and say they have something to tell me. They giggle and sputter. And giggle and sputter. Then they say it might be easier if they write it down.
Back they come with a piece of paper. The paper says……we’re going out.
I look up at these two TEN-YEAR-OLDS and I say–where are you going? :fryingpan:
They’re dating, they say.
Now I am thinking about sputtering. I say, but you can’t go on any dates, you can’t drive.
Well, that is apparently not the point. They assure me they aren’t kissing or holding hands, either. My cousin-the-prosecutor happens to be walking by. I hand him the paper. I say, they’re going out. Then his wife calls, not two seconds later. I say, they’re going out. Then my cousin’s mother comes by to go with us to the church bazaar. I say, they’re going out. NO ONE seems to know what this means. The two TEN-YEAR-OLDS say, you have a big mouth!!! And don’t put this on your blog!!!
I say, of course not.:twisted: My daughter, who knows me much better than that, turned to The Boy and said, they’re going to know about us in China……….
So what IS going out when you are TEN?!:shock:
Posted by Suzanne McMinn on October 4, 2006
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My first response was similar to yours….I, too, wanted to know where they were going!
It seems “going steady” has now been replaced by the cooler and much more hip sounding “going out” although it involves no actually leaving…….
And so glad to see you back posting Suzanne!! :bananadance:
I, as the same son used to say when he was just a wee tyke, misted you!
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My jaw unhinged, and she cackled wildly. Such is the life when you have intelligent snarky children.
“Going together”…I’ve had explained to me…is when they sit together at lunch. Do homework together. Play with each other at recess. That type of thing. But apparently there is a clause in there which prohibits one individual “going with” more than one person at a time. At this age, I think it’s simply a way of cementing friendship.
I. Hope. :rolleyes:
Grins*
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I don’t think I even liked boys at ten. Hmmm….? Nope. Too long ago, I can’t remember.
Good luck. And at least they aren’t “kissing or holding hands”. :love:
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My boys are still too young to be doing the mysterious “going out” thing. Hopefully that won’t happen for a while yet. I don’t think I’ll handle it very well!
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But, yeah, of course you’d put it on your blog. Silly child. :mrgreen:
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My oldest nephew was about that age when he started. My mother and I were kind of shocked too. By the time the others in that family got to that age, it really wasn’t a biggie anymore. This were my sister’s kids and she started around 14.
However, my nieces and nephew here in town are quite different. They were really slow starters. I’m not even sure they had friends like that in high school. My brother waited until after high school too as far as I know.
My parents met when my mother was 14 and my father was 21 months older.