Griffon dance update
Okay, I just drove him to the school. As I was dropping him off, he pointed to the group of girls getting out of a Suburban in front of me (most of the girls were wearing these really short shorts which on closer inspection were skirts - I hope they don't plan on sitting at any time during the night).
So Griffon points to the group of girls:
Griffon: There's Tox and Michaela! *all said with a loopy grin*
Me: Tox? What kind of a name is Tox? That's not a name, it's a verb. Who're their friends? Runs and Skips?
Griffon: Those are the 8th grade girls who told me, like 5 times, that I have beautiful eyes! Well...gotta go! *says as he jumps out of the car*
I think I was at a complete stop.
8th grade girls?!?!
That means they're 13! At 13, girls know how to do things.
Some things that I don't even know how to do!
*waits patiently for 9:00 to roll around*
So Griffon points to the group of girls:
Griffon: There's Tox and Michaela! *all said with a loopy grin*
Me: Tox? What kind of a name is Tox? That's not a name, it's a verb. Who're their friends? Runs and Skips?
Griffon: Those are the 8th grade girls who told me, like 5 times, that I have beautiful eyes! Well...gotta go! *says as he jumps out of the car*
I think I was at a complete stop.
8th grade girls?!?!
That means they're 13! At 13, girls know how to do things.
Some things that I don't even know how to do!
*waits patiently for 9:00 to roll around*