"Oh, REALLY? What do you think about that?"
"It's weird. She's weird. People say she's...flirting with
me."
"Oh, she's definitely flirting with you. That's not even a
maybe. Do you like it?"
"No! Why would I like it?"
"Because flirting can be fun."
"Oh, god, mom. Gross. Gross!! No, I don't like it, she is STALKING
me."
"She is not stalking you."
"Would you let some random guy touch your hair?"
"No. No, I wouldn't. You have a point there. She is coming on
strong. Would you like the flirting if it was someone else?"
"I don't even KNOW her. It would be one thing if we were
friends or something."
"She probably doesn't know how to become your friend. Her
approach is awkward, you're just kind of getting to that age where girls think this is what boys like."
"Well, THIS is not the way. Even if I am getting to the age,
I was hoping the world could kind of ease me into it. With ease! Not like this,
with her trying to sneakily hold my hand and touch my hair. Then the other day
when she did it, someone said, 'Hey, Big Kid, looks like you could have a
girlfriend,' and she said, 'I would never!' right away and I
wanted to say 'Then WHY ARE YOU TOUCHING MY HAIR all of the time?'"
"Ahh. She was embarrassed that someone called her out on it and got defensive. Maybe just ask her, 'What are you doing?' next time she tries and see
what she says. If you don't want her to touch you just say, 'Please don't touch me,' and I bet that will be the end of it."
"I don't know. The Beautiful Day Monster will be back
tomorrow and she won't have as many chances since we get yelled at for breathing."
"Well, that's good, the Beautiful Day Monster will rescue you you from love. What a twist of fate!"
"Can you do me a favor and not talk right now? Like, at all? Every word
coming out of your mouth is hurting my head."
"Do you need a doctor, bubby?" little kid asked.
"I need a therapist," he answered.
(I later apologized for not answering like he wanted me to and he forgave me.)
"I need a therapist," he answered.
(I later apologized for not answering like he wanted me to and he forgave me.)
1 comment:
Teenage angst.... They are way too young for this! We have had some, but not too much angst since we hit 11. I suspect middle school next year will bring more than 5th grade does. I'm impressed that you get him to talk so much to you! I have to yank words out of mine. I was subbing last week and offered to take Will off campus for lunch since our lunch periods would be the same and HE TURNED ME DOWN. I tried not to cry, but I'll admit to a few tears.
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