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Just WHERE Are They Going?

Oct
4




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:

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Posted by Suzanne McMinn on October 4, 2006  

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  1. 10-4
    8:54
    am

    Ten? My daughter picked her first husband at 4. Thanfully she’s gone through a few more since then :shock:

  2. 10-4
    9:26
    am

    With three daughters, two of whom are doing this mysterious “going out” thing, I feel your confusion, trust me.

  3. 10-4
    10:05
    am

    Yup! I remember the puzzled look of confusion (and may I say abject terror?) :shock: I experienced when my son first told me he was “going out” with a girl.
    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    It seems “going steady” has now been replaced by the cooler and much more hip sounding “going out” although it involves no actually leaving…….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! :yes:

  4. 10-4
    10:29
    am

    Thank you, Angie!!!! I’m glad to be back. I’m really BACK, I swear! LOL!

  5. 10-4
    10:47
    am

    Yikes, what would I do!!! I think I’d ask a few questions and give some advice, LOL.:eek:

  6. 10-4
    10:51
    am

    OMG, that is hilarious!!! Sorry, probably not for you, but the fact that they feel comfortable telling you is awesome. Value that side of this!

  7. 10-4
    12:22
    pm

    Hmm maybe its a canadian thing, but I’ve always heard the going out thing not going steady. :smile: and yeah at that age (up till 12 or 13 when we graduated to trips to the mall) doesn’t mean much lol

  8. 10-4
    1:40
    pm

    This is a tricky area. My (now) eleven-year old girl told me that she was going to a dance with a boy. But they weren’t *insert child using quote marks* kissing or anything.
    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*

  9. 10-4
    2:00
    pm

    Kids!

  10. 10-4
    2:01
    pm

    My DD is only seven… I’m not ready to think about this. At. All.

    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:

  11. 10-4
    2:34
    pm

    Thank You Lord for letting me live through all that.My children can worry about their darlings now. I faintly remember those days. Back in the day, you weren’t “cool” if you didn’t have a boy/girl friend. Don’t you just love getting to haul them to the “in” spot and then be told to disappear? :hissyfit: Apparently some things never change, we just get older and wiser. My kids even *gasp* ask for my opinion now and then. Good to have you back Suz. You have been missed. Hugs to all.:wave:

  12. 10-4
    3:15
    pm

    ROFLMAO seems like you and Jill are having the same conversation.:mrgreen:

  13. 10-4
    4:05
    pm

    Suzanne, so good to see you “back”! I’ve missed you!

    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!

  14. 10-4
    5:10
    pm

    :rotfl: I always heard the term “going together” but “going out” is a new one. I don’t envy you!

    But, yeah, of course you’d put it on your blog. Silly child. :mrgreen:

  15. 10-5
    12:59
    pm

    Scary. My kids are forbidden. (As if…)

  16. 10-5
    6:21
    pm

    Um…yes, she’s dating. You poor woman. It’s all over now. :rotfl::hissyfit:

  17. 10-5
    8:38
    pm

    Well, they do start early nowadays, don’t they?

    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.

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