After my little tirade at the beginning of Wednesday’s post, I was reminded anew how much I dislike the word “Autumn.” (I think it was invented by Hallmark to sell more cards, or something.)
But it also reminded me of this little post from the early years of this blog’s existence. And even though it’s colder than a lizard’s spleen out there, Happy FALL Friday.
So anyway, “my son,” – in this case, my first grader – had something to say. So I asked him to follow me to his room. We sat on his bed, and I said, “Jase, do you have something you need to tell me?”
Suddenly a 92 inch grin covered his skinny little eight inch face. He doubled over giggling, face down on the bed, and mumbled, “I have a girlfriend.”
Now let’s stop and think about this for just a minute. This kid can’t consistently put his underwear on the right way. But he’s started a relationship. With a woman.
Read the entire post here. And (SPOILER ALERT!) for the record, Autumn is long gone. But Emma? Emma carpooled with us to school this morning. Hope lives.