(Update: I would like to openly apologize to all the girls that I called bimbos...When we went to pick up Jonah last night, it was abundantly clear that these girls were not bimbos. Which is a good thing, because, again, he's my son, you see?)
My son is at a party.
A 'boy-girl' party.
And a swim party at that.
You know what that means, don't you? Well, I do.
It happens to mean that girls, pretty, blossoming girls are walking around half-naked.
Around my son.
My baby. My little five and a half pound runt.
Not that he's five and a half pounds now, but he's still my baby.
He's 14. That counts, doesn't it?
Beautiful little girls walking around, all proud because they now have perky breasts. Little bimbos.
Oops. Did I actually write that?
(Note to any parent whose child is actually at this party: I'm sure your daughter is not a bimbo. But, you see, it's my son and I'm at home squirming, okay? A little slack here. Please.)
Sigh.
Tick.
Tick.
Tick.
Sigh.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
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Ugh, so not looking forward to that. I'll be on both ends of the spectrum though. I think I'll be sick now.
Oh Melanie...you always make me laugh! I'm sure the Bimbos' parents would like to tell you what they think of 14-year-old boys...
at least he's in good boy company:)
Melanie, your boys can still be your babies no matter what age. I agree with Ann, I am sure there are some mothers or fathers that are writing about the 14 year old full of hormones boys somewhere too! Love your blog!
Mel--I wrote a coment yesterday over my phone and it got deleted in the transfer. Just wanted you to know I guess you would call me the mom of a 'bimbo'. I can tell you--I don't like it either! Santa brought her a couple somethings to fill her shirt with this past X-mas and when we went swimsuit shopping, I almost choked on my pepsi--it actually started to come out my nose! I would have preferred a much more matronly suit for my young blossoming almost 14 yr. old daughter. She refused and wanted the bikini.
Sigh. It's so much easier when they are young and innocent and the intention of going swimming is for that purpose and not for checking out the opposite sex. I can tell you what is more creepy than the 14 yr. old little players running around the pool deck--the creepy older men that like to ogle my daughters!
I've listened to the banter of 14 yr. old boys perfecting their pick up lines and watched the batting of eyelashes from the 13 yr. old recipients and I have to admit--even though its cute in a way--it still makes me want to lock my daughter up in her room until she's 30!
So did he come home unscathed? As far as you know?
Unscathed, yes, Fran. He had a blast and we ALL (the rest of the fam) went to pick him up and hung out for a bit. I was really impressed with the boy/girl dynamic. Yes, they were flirty and 14 and 15 year olds, but they all were really neat kids. The girls carried on a conversation with Jon and I - they didn't just giggle and run away. And the stuff the 'kids' talked about together was really funny and enjoyable.
So, live and learn, I guess.
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