I want to preface this by saying, I’ve always told my boys they cannot date until they’re sixteen. So yesterday, I’m in the car with my boys and my fourteen year old makes a phone call to his friend. He gets his friend’s sister. Here’s how it went down:
“Hey, who is this. Oh hi, A. Yeah he’s here.” Son 1 turns to son 2 and says “It’s your ex. She wants to talk to you.”
“Ex?” I choke. Apparently things go on at school that I have no clue about. Not only did son 2 have a girlfriend who is now in the past, but he has a new girlfriend. Son 2 who turned 12 today. So he has this relationship that takes place 100% at school. There aren’t phone calls. I’m home with them all of their before and after school hours. Yet he managed to sneak this by me at a school that doesn’t allow more public displays of affection than perhaps hand-holding or the really quick random hug.
My 12 year old…and this was the son I didn’t think I’d need to be concerned about when it comes to girls. Not for a while anyway.
All right, then.
Today, I get a call from him, he wants to go to the school dance. The student council (which he is a member of as his class rep) is decorating and then will get in for free. Okay. Hunky dory. I ask what he’s going to wear. “The shirt my girlfriend got me.”
Wait wait wait! What?
I let him go to the dance. The SUPERVISED dance. When I picked him up, a harem of girls meet him halfway across the parking lot and start hugging all over him. And he hugged them back. And I need a really big valium.