She Likes Me, She Really Likes Me
My parents made the trip over the mountain yesterday to watch the Man-Cub’s football game. The weather has definitely taken a turn for the worse and we froze our collective asses off while sitting on the sidelines.
I am such a good hostess.
In addition to the freezing temperatures, the game was a total blow-out and, not in our favor. Apparently, the Man-Cub’s reputation for running well preceded him and he was shut down on every play. In fact, the game got a little aggressive, with the Cub's biggest competition coming in the form of a leggy little girl with a brunette ponytail. That child went after the Cub’s flags on every play and was generally successful in grabbing them. Many, many jokes were made on the sidelines about the wanton hussy grabbing at my son’s junk, I can assure you.
When we got home, we teased the Cub a bit about the situation and he threw his hands in the air and said “What do you expect? She likes me!”
When I asked him how he knew that she liked him he said “Duh, school!” like, I am such an idiot for not putting that together in my pea sized little brain.
My Dad asked him to clarify and he said “She told me so. Well, she told her friend to tell Michael to tell me and, now I know.” And, as I recall, that is the way it is done at this age which, is all well and good as long as she keeps her hands off my son's junk at school.
I’m just saying.