Daaaaaamn...
Wow. We got kiddo a card for his tracfone 2 weeks ago- that's 240 minutes. He is now out of minutes. That's 3 texts per minute.
Apparently, the kiddo has a girlfriend.
I'm amused. The first we heard was when kiddo asked his dad what people wear to homecoming. Of course, his dad had no idea, and said "go ask your mom."
So, of course I tell him it all depends on what his date wears. He says ohhh, ok... as if that actually answered anything. I asked, "Do you have someone you're going with?"
He nods, and says, "Yea."
Very helpful. So I start to dig a bit... I can't help if I don't have information. "Well... does she know what she's wearing?"
He nods. "Yea. She's wearing turquoise and black."
That's helpful. I said, "Ok, well, then a nice pair of black slacks and a black buttondown shirt would work." You know, go for the basics. Hell, I don't know what the kids are wearing today. But this is where it gets interesting...
"Yea. She said to wear a pair of black pants and a black shirt. Oh, and she bought me a tie. I think... or something. Yea. A tie that matches."
Interesting. She knows what she wants, apparently. At this point, I have to ask. I'm dying to know.
Don't get me wrong. I'm not going to be the overbearing mom, or the one who asks a billion embarrassing details. No, I'm more clueful than that. But... you know, a name would be nice? So I bite the bullet. "So what's her name?"
"Britney."
Let that sink in for a moment. My son is dating a girl named Britney. Or Brittany. Or Britnee. Whatever. That's about all I got out of him that day. I didn't ask anything else, and he didn't feel like sharing any more information. 16 year olds are tough, man!
So yea. She hasn't decided who's driving them to the dance. She doesn't have her license, he doesn't have his, so they're going to have to get a ride. We don't know who they're riding with, either. We offered to drive, but... "Mom, that could get uncomfortable."
*sighs* It's happened. We're tragically unhip. We're old.
And apparently, my son's girlfriend makes all the decisions. Ahh well... young love.
Apparently, the kiddo has a girlfriend.
I'm amused. The first we heard was when kiddo asked his dad what people wear to homecoming. Of course, his dad had no idea, and said "go ask your mom."
So, of course I tell him it all depends on what his date wears. He says ohhh, ok... as if that actually answered anything. I asked, "Do you have someone you're going with?"
He nods, and says, "Yea."
Very helpful. So I start to dig a bit... I can't help if I don't have information. "Well... does she know what she's wearing?"
He nods. "Yea. She's wearing turquoise and black."
That's helpful. I said, "Ok, well, then a nice pair of black slacks and a black buttondown shirt would work." You know, go for the basics. Hell, I don't know what the kids are wearing today. But this is where it gets interesting...
"Yea. She said to wear a pair of black pants and a black shirt. Oh, and she bought me a tie. I think... or something. Yea. A tie that matches."
Interesting. She knows what she wants, apparently. At this point, I have to ask. I'm dying to know.
Don't get me wrong. I'm not going to be the overbearing mom, or the one who asks a billion embarrassing details. No, I'm more clueful than that. But... you know, a name would be nice? So I bite the bullet. "So what's her name?"
"Britney."
Let that sink in for a moment. My son is dating a girl named Britney. Or Brittany. Or Britnee. Whatever. That's about all I got out of him that day. I didn't ask anything else, and he didn't feel like sharing any more information. 16 year olds are tough, man!
So yea. She hasn't decided who's driving them to the dance. She doesn't have her license, he doesn't have his, so they're going to have to get a ride. We don't know who they're riding with, either. We offered to drive, but... "Mom, that could get uncomfortable."
*sighs* It's happened. We're tragically unhip. We're old.
And apparently, my son's girlfriend makes all the decisions. Ahh well... young love.