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: