Yesterday when I picked Ethan up from school, he handed me a folded piece of paper and said "Look what Aspen gave to me today, mom."
If you recall, Aspen was The Little Hussy who called my house to discuss "kissing" with my son. My nine year old son.
Anyway.
I opened up the folded note and found this precious little note from Aspen.
I turned to Ethan and said "How did you answer this?"
"Well, I told her I'll think about it."
I wanted to tell him "Ok. Tell her that you thought about it and that you think that she needs to and slam the brakes on The Hussy Train and STEP OFF."
But, instead, I told him "Ethan, you're 9 years old. You shouldn't be thinking about holding hands with girls, you should be thinking about being a good student and um, playing basketball with your buddies at lunch. So, tell her that you won't hold hands with her, but that you'll be her good friend and protect her if anyone ever tries to mess with her and hey! I KNOW! You can give her a signed picture of you in your basketball uniform!"
That was probably the lamest parental advice ever, but this "aggressive girl crap" is all new to me and what was I supposed to say? (No, really. What? What would YOU have said?) I know it's cute and innocent, but they're fourth graders! Why are they (and by "They" I mean "ASPEN") thinking about holding hands? Shouldn't "they" be thinking about playing handball and foursquare at lunchtime?
I didn't give a crap about boys in 4th grade. All I cared about was being The Handball Champion. I'd chow down my lunch so that I could be first to get a ball and "tap the court" so that I could make the rules of court. Holding hands with boys? Oh hell no, I was too busy kicking their asses in handball. Or in dodgeball. Or in foursquare. The boy stuff didn't start until 6th grade when I met Marty Hitchcock and all of his fineness.
(Sigh. Marty Hitchcock. Wherefore art thou, Marty? Sadly, a search on Myspace turned up NOTHING for that name. I hope he's happy and that he knows the drawing he made for me of The Bad News Bears was one of the greatest pieces of art anyone has ever made for me in my entire life.)
Call me old fashioned, call me over protective, call me "afraid of sexual harrassment lawsuits" but I'm not going to tell my son that it's "ok" to hold hands with girls in the fourth grade.
Kids these days, man.
In closing, I'd like to clear a few things up.
...about last night.
a)I drank a margarita, not a martini.
b)Ok, I drank TWO margaritas, not 2 martinis.
c)It seriously was an "Accidental Drunk." Do not EVER let me "make you a margarita", people. It should be against the law.
d)I wasn't as drunk as my typing would lead you to believe. I make a ton of mistakes when I type, it's just that when I don't have tequila pumping through my veins, I care enough to hit the "backspace" button and correct my mistakes.
e)I'm sticking to a glass of wine to "Unwind" on stressful nights. Tequila can suck it.
For "The Record."
I do not really think that Aspen is a hussy. I actually like Aspen. She's a smart, confident and funny little girl.I'm just trying to inject a little humor into the situation.







slam the brakes on the hussy train and step off?!
LMAO