Alas, Poor Romeo Will Surrender Fair Juliet
The Teenager is fighting an ongoing battle with a nasty stomach virus and, this afternoon, I finally took her to see the doctor, where she was diagnosed with…a nasty stomach virus and told to ease up on the French fries and to make friends with Pepto Bismal.
At the clinic, a nurse greeted us with wild enthusiasm and insisted upon introducing herself since she had been and I quote, dying to meet me. Turns out she is the mother of a little girl whom the Man-Cub has been crushing on this year. After her wildly enthusiastic introduction, she told me all about how the Man-Cub is so sweet to her daughter, opening doors for her and writing her poems
I know! Poems!
As an aside, I would truly love to see the fantastical spelling and grammar contained in those missives and, as usual, I digress.
Anyway, the lovely (and enthusiastic) woman also told me that, while there has been some talk of peer pressure from her daughter’s little girlfriends, her daughter has yet to" hug it out" with the Cub and good thing, too; because she would be very disappointed in her daughter if there was any of that nonsense.
Disappointed, really? ‘Cause I would be just fine with it.
You know, assuming her daughter still finds the Cub attractive once he is wearing one of those fancy Catholic school uniforms.