Thursday, February 05, 2009
Last week was Crazy Hair Day at school. They have to announce Crazy Hair Day so that you know when the kids are purposefully messing with their hair, as opposed to just the everyday disastrous mess.
Anyway, Sarah decided not to do it. She couldn't find her scrunchies in time. No biggie. We entered campus and enjoyed all the fluorescent teased spiked masses stroll by.
As we approached Sarah's classroom, a boy with green and orange spiked hair came bounding up. I know this boy - he was in her class last year. He looks like a miniature version of Prince William.
"Sarah! Look! I got 3 colors in my hair!"
Sarah didn't even make eye contact. "Well... that's nice..." she said.
This boy just kept on yacking. I finally just kissed her on the head and went to work.
Later I said to Sarah, "I think that boy likes you."
She said, "No, he HATES me. He is constantly picking on me. For example, today I was thinking very hard and my brain got heavy and I had to put my head down. He totally made fun of me."
"Sarah. This is a boy. They don't even realize when their flies are down. And he's noticing your every move? Likes you."
Then today when I got home, ANOTHER boy called our house. To "get the homework assignments".
What the heck is going on here? Don't I have a few years before this starts happening?
6 comments:
No. The time has arrived. Face it with dignity and intestinal fortitude. I need to take an aspirin.
11 sounds about right, sorry to say. Remember, Darryl and I were "going" in 6th grade. She's one step away from "going."
Where the hell can she be going.
Going! Going! Sarah is going to be going!!!!
only if I can go with her. she can't go by herself!
Sounds like the same conversation I had with Alison when Todd told me she was "going". Welcome to the era of the gray hair.
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