We have the privilege of raising sons daughters and sons, and every day, it seems we find out how truly different they are.
Today's Case in Point: as soon as the girls hit the seat in carpool, they launch into a play-by-play of each conversation, lunchtime happening, and every other vitally important, life-changing event that might have occurred during the day. And the girls are at the ages (14 and 11) where I frequently hear things like "Friend A doesn't like Boy B any more. Now, she likes Boy C." or "Friend D and Friend E aren't friends anymore because Friend D gave Friend F a Best Friends Forever necklace." or "Today, Friend G and Friend H were fighting over who had the prettier hair." You know--important things like that.
Evidently, however, there were some feathers a' flyin' in fourth grade today. When I asked Payton how his day was, he said "Fine, except that 'Paige' and 'Natalie' were fighting today." (Names have been changed to protect the guilty) And, former 7th-grade girl that I am, I immediately said "Oh really, why?" With a dramatic roll of the eyes and a very exasperated tone, Payton said "How should I know mom? It's none of my business."
And, for him, it truly is as simple as that. He won't give it another minute's thought. Oh that girls were that easy!
1 comment:
Sounds like my world -- the 11 yo girl thinks I *need* to know everything about the social network at school. The 10 yo boy thinks I should know what pertains directly to him, but nothing else. :-)
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