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Pros and Cons

Ever since we moved here nearly two years ago, my son has stated that he hates it here. Hates, hates, hates it. It's not where he wants to be, it's 'gay' ( a term that teenagers use to describe something they don't like.)

The other evening we were driving back from a birthday party at Chuckee Cheese, where, by the way, I saw more Mullets than I've seen in years, I asked my son if he wanted to move back to Seattle.

He hesitated. My mom radar went off big time. Whoop! Whoop! Whoop!

Me: "Who is she?"
Chris: "Who is who?"
Me: "Your girlfriend"

He did a double take at me.

I knew the second he hesitated that there had to be a girl involved because any other time I've asked him that question I get an immediate 'I hate this place' response.

Me: "What's her name"
Chris: "Who?"
Me: "Your girlfriend"
Chris: "How do you know I have a girlfiend?"
Me: "I'm your mom, I know everything. If you won't tell me I'll just have to go into stalker mode"
Chris: "See, this is why I don't tell you anything"
Me: (looking hurt and innocent) "Whaddya mean?"
Chris: "You always do this."
Me: "I do?"
Chris: "Her name is Sarah, ok?"
Me: "What does she look like?"
Chris: "Why do you need to know?"
Me: "I want to know what girl has taken my baby boy's heart"

He then told me that Sarah's hair is the color of caramel and I knew all was lost. Fifteen and in love with a girl with caramel colored hair.

We're moving now for sure.


  1. Anonymous10:15 AM

    That story is "gay".

  2. Brian, don't make me out you.

  3. Ok, call me foolish and sentimental. Pam, I read your piece with a grin, but when I got to the part... you know the part... the caramel part... I was blindsided by two big ploppy mama-tears that welled up, then spilled down my cheeks. I like when that happens. {{{mama-hugs}}}

  4. Ryn, you are sweet. {{Ryn}}

  5. Oh Pam, that's priceless!! I never realized boys Chris's age could be so poetic...and about hair to boot!!

  6. Dem hormones thingy are pretty strong and numerous at his age. Take my word for it. You may be in for Battle Royale

  7. That was too cute! Your son is now in the grasp of some cute little thing with "caramel colored hair"...oh boy

  8. Bartman12:13 PM

    """"I want to know what girl has taken my baby boy's heart""""

    I'm sure when you said that, he rolled his eyes right out of his head. (I know I would.)

  9. Oh, he rolled his eyes all right. And added a very lengthy 'Mooooooooooom" to the eyeroll thing. That's ok, I'm used to it. But he'll always be my baby boy. It doesn't matter how old he is or where he goes. That's just how it works.

  10. whenever men compare any aspect of a woman to food, luuuuuuuuuuve is on the horizon.

  11. okay so he's not a man,...yet.


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