Growing pains

Growing pains Current mood: content Category: Life I went up stairs the other day, and found a dtr on the computer. "Whach' ya doin?" I figured she was playing games or taking care of her online pet. No, she was emailing the president! Just telling Bush how much we love him. The other two have been playing basketball on Saturdays. I can take no credit, but the boy is one of their star players. The coach came out to the middle of the court the other day, and I heard him tell my son, "We're far enough ahead; you can stop shooting for a while." The youngest dtr has had an unusual week. We're in a small school, and she was the topic of the grade school gossip this week. Evidently, a young man (we'll call him "Bobby") asked her to be his Valentine, and she accepted. I asked her about it later, and she claims that she meant nothing by it. She was just being nice, but it wasn't long before she was in tears over all the teasing from the other kids, 3rd - 6th grades. It got so bad that her teacher took class time to scold all four grades. Although, the next day when I saw her between classes, she was glowing. Bobby had given her a rose. (I'm fighting the instinct to hang Bobby out an upstairs window by an ankle.) 10:45 AM - 5 Comments - 2 Kudos