At dinner I noticed a blinking light on our answering machine.
“I’m just going to play our messages,” I said, and hit the button.
ANSWERING MACHINE: BEEP! You have one. New. Message. The following message has not been heard.
GIRL’S VOICE: Hullo! This is, uh, SHELLY’S MOM. Hee! Hee! Hee! (lots of giggling in the background) Shh! Oh, I mean… Well, SHELLY says she’d LOVE to go with you to the movies! Hee! Hee! Hee! And, hee! Oh, my, I’m sorry I’m just a LITTLE BIT CRAZY RIGHT NOW… (intense giggling ensues)
“Shelly’s mom” sounded like she was 11 if she was a day, maybe 12 at the most. There were at least two girls in the background, urging her on.
I sniffed. “Friends of yours?”
The boys shook their heads. Their noses were ultra-wrinkled.
GIRL’S VOICE: So … (more giggling) Shhh! Hee! Hee! Hee! Oh, my God! Bwa ha HA HA HA! (click!)
ANSWERING MACHINE: End of message. There are. No. More. Messages. BEEP!
“Well!” I said. “My mom would’ve tanned me if I ever called a boy. Times sure have changed.”
The boys were silent.
“She didn’t even say which one of you was taking Shelly to the movies.”
No answer.
“You mean, BOTH OF YOU are taking Shelly to the movies?”
“MOM! We don’t even know who Shelly IS.”
This was from Squirt, who hasn’t yet figured out when I’m kidding, unlike his brother Tiger, who has learned to bear it as he does all of life’s indignities—like having to fold laundry—in stoic silence.
“At least I don’t know who Shelly is. Maybe she’s Tiger’s girlfriend.” He smiled at Tiger, who merely shrugged and resumed stuffing his face.
“That’s okay, honey,” I reassured him. “Lots of teeny-boppers will call you, too, one day. Just be patient and your day will come. I promise.”
“MOM!”
LOL!!!! hormones … sheesh!!!
Have had girls calling Boy since first grade.
It drove me nuts. Now.. it’s other kids asking him to help with homework.
I don’t bother answering any more. It’s not for me. LOL.
Love the look they get when they get quizzed about girls. 😀