Today Hubby and I took the two girls on a visit to various car lots, without success in locating something we were searching for. While out, our son Christopher texted us from the nearby mall, asking us if we would pick him up and take him to get a haircut.
It's a wonder my airbag didn't explode from that shock.
So we picked him up, plus his two friends he forgot to mention, and drove south towards home. First we had to stop at the dollar store so the girls and Lance could go pick out some treasures. I waited in the suburban with the boys. Three boys. Two sophmores, one junior. Their conversation made me wonder if they even remembered I was sitting in the front seat. Oy Vay.
Boy#1: " Blank girl is cute"
Boy#2: "She's got small boobs
Boy #1 "Yeah, but she's got boobs!
Me: "Hey, I'm here you know! I can't believe you boys are talking like that!"
Boy#1: You should hear how we talk when you're not around"
I shudder to think about that one.
Later on the drive home, as we passed the WalMart, the conversation went like this:
Boy#1: Hey, remember when we were up on the roof playing tag?
Boy#3: Yeah, that was cool. And then the milk thing.
Me: What milk thing?
Boy#1: Oh, we bought a gallon of milk and so-and-so stood up on the roof and poured the milk down to us.
Me: Huh?
Boy#1: Yeah, well we took off our shirts first. We're not complete idiots. We didn't want to get them wet.
Oooooh-kay then.
And tonight I allowed my son, the one who is lucky to be alive, to go camping at a lake with these boys and several others. Pray you don't hear about them on the news.
It's a wonder my airbag didn't explode from that shock.
So we picked him up, plus his two friends he forgot to mention, and drove south towards home. First we had to stop at the dollar store so the girls and Lance could go pick out some treasures. I waited in the suburban with the boys. Three boys. Two sophmores, one junior. Their conversation made me wonder if they even remembered I was sitting in the front seat. Oy Vay.
Boy#1: " Blank girl is cute"
Boy#2: "She's got small boobs
Boy #1 "Yeah, but she's got boobs!
Me: "Hey, I'm here you know! I can't believe you boys are talking like that!"
Boy#1: You should hear how we talk when you're not around"
I shudder to think about that one.
Later on the drive home, as we passed the WalMart, the conversation went like this:
Boy#1: Hey, remember when we were up on the roof playing tag?
Boy#3: Yeah, that was cool. And then the milk thing.
Me: What milk thing?
Boy#1: Oh, we bought a gallon of milk and so-and-so stood up on the roof and poured the milk down to us.
Me: Huh?
Boy#1: Yeah, well we took off our shirts first. We're not complete idiots. We didn't want to get them wet.
Oooooh-kay then.
And tonight I allowed my son, the one who is lucky to be alive, to go camping at a lake with these boys and several others. Pray you don't hear about them on the news.
Not fair. I want to hear what they talk about when you're not there
ReplyDeleteAny chance i could hang with these guys........they sound....soooo
ReplyDeletemuch fun........
Ok.......Boys will be boys!
yes, that was brave
ReplyDeletei am so very, very glad that my daughter never knew these guys...
ReplyDeleteAND YOU SHOULD BE, TOO.
think 'evil muse'.
yeah.
vicus, I'm sure you not only know what they say, but have said similiar things yourself, you bad boy.
ReplyDeleteSteve, you could hang with them if you lived closer.
Ziggi, thankfully, they all returned in one piece. I kept having visions of horror all night over what could be happening with them.
FN, I fear for those girls these boys do know, except for my son of course. He's a gem. Yeah, a gem.