The big news....my son has a date. Wow. A girl named Sam(antha) spread the word around she likes him, so he asked her to the movies. A part of me wants to scream "NOOO", but the sensible "I am going to be an understanding communicative parent" knows the best way to keep open communication is to be reasonable and flexible and go with the kids flow, to a point. Right now, Tyler is so open with us, I don't want to discourage it. So, off to the movies he goes.
Now, I of course have been asking around about this little harlot that is tempting my innocent little boy, and unfortunately, that seems to be what she is, a harlot. Apparently, she sneaks out of her house, lies to her parents, and is a bit "loose". What that means in 6th grade I am not too sure, when IO was that age it would mean you let two boys hold your hand or something. But times are a'changing. I was informed that there is such a thing a "Blow Job Fridays" at the local movie theater. Hmm. He better not plan on going on a Friday. Is that even a possibility at 12??? I don't know, but we will not be finding out anytime soon.
Back to "Blow Job Friday"...why are these girls just so eager to give to these boys without anything in return? NO relationship, no love, not even any "gratification" on their part....(Note to self, must work on my own daughters self-esteem)...
Kids these days......
So, anyway...I guess I officially have a preteen. That means I have two in diapers, two still playing with dolls, and one dating. Let the wild rumpus begin!!
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Oh wow. Harlot! Such a good use of that word! After seeing a parade of barely-teen girls in micro mini skirts, halter tops, and fur lined boots this weekend, B and I swore 1)our girls will never leave our house looking like that, and 2)our son will bring home a girl like that exactly once. I'm going to be a young enough grandmother as it is!
Hang in there, and enjoy the rumpus. ;)
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