Glen in his best Aberzombie, Jr. pose.
I've carpooled with Carpooling Mom for several years, now — which, by having 4 kids, in 4 different schools and having said that, means I really can't tell you exactly how long, since, you know, I don't remember — this year, I am in charge of the morning/afternoon run(s) to my 10-year-old son's school.
"Do I really have to sit with ALL those boys?"
Which means that my youngest daughter (she's 8) suffers through at least 10 minutes of fart jokes and, well, whatever 9 and 10-year-old boys, you know, talk about.
[sound of crickets chirping]
Okay, so, just in case you do NOT know what 9 and 10-year-old boys talk about (yes, I see YOU, over there, hunching down in the back, surrounded by headless dolls and terribly pink lip gloss) let me tell you what they talked about, this week.
Picking-up girls!
Yes, all 3 of the boys were comparing their best pick-up lines:
1. You must be a library book, because I'm checking YOU out!
2. I must be a paperclip, because I'm attracted to you LIKE A MAGNET!
3. I must be dead, because you look like an angel!
The first one is my favorite and I know what you're thinking (maybe) so, like, which one did my son come up with?
[drum roll]
"I don't have one!"
Perhaps it's because he's got sisters. I doubt it. Since, one of the boys has got 3 sisters, too.
"Wait, wait, I've got one!!!!"
[see title of post]
"Holly says that will just get you slapped!"
He's turning 11, tomorrow (the oldest kid on the carpool) so, between his sisters (and me) I'm hoping, you know, he can at least begin to set some sort of precedence, for other fledgling teenage boys in the neighborhood.
"Yeah, well, maybe that's why she does NOT have a boyfriend!"
Somehow, I doubt it though.
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