On those silly little 12 year old girls...
On Valentine's Day, I wrote of the newly discovered plan of my son to ambush surprise a classmate with a Valentine in her locker. I was scared of entering this stage of his life. I wasn't prepared for him to be at this stage in his life. As it turns out, it may have been much more innocent than at first suspected. Maybe. As his mother, of course I was itching with curiosity all day. It took everything I had to not meet him at the door and question him endlessly... "What happened?" "What did she say?" "What's her name?" I restrained myself and played it cool. . . . . For about 5 minutes. When he came home it was the usual conversation with his siblings, the search for the after-school hunger craving, and settling in for a full evening of homework. As I walked through the dining room where he sat figuring out the value of "x", I (very) non-chalantly asked him how his Valentine's Day was at school. "Eh,...