Girls are gross. Girls have cooties.Girls chase us on the playground.
This is what I have been hearing over and over since EVILBOY started school. However, somewhere between the beginning of grade six and yesterday the story is a little different.
It started with the presentation of two very similar black button-up dress shirts. "which one should I wear to the dance?". The shirts looked almost identical to me, but it only took a moment for me to realize that this was a really hard decision for a young man going to his first (out of school) dance.
I pointed to the black button-up shirt on the left and decided I was going to be the annoying mom who suddenly seemed interested in the reasoning for such a perplexing decision.
"are you going to dance with girls at this dance?"
When he replied with a shrug and a "maybe" I was a little in shock. What happened to girls are gross. What about the COOTIES? I then realized if I wanted to keep this comfortable openness between us, I would have to play it cool. Before I could figure out what to say, my question was answered...
"Last year at the dance Will danced with a girl because she said she would give him a bag of candy"
....and then I realized that my son hasn't changed a bit. He loves bags of candy!