"He got what?!!" I yelled over the phone in one of those long distance calls where you have to, well, yell to be heard on the other end of the line. My 10-year-old nephew is apparently being pursued by two lovestruck classmates who have no qualms showing their affections. My sister discovered two love letters in his book bag last week, dripping with uninhibited declarations of young love. I was laughing so hard when my sister read over the phone some lines from one letter. Upon further inquiry, my nephew confessed he'd been getting flowers "and other stuff" from these girls, too.
What the heck? During my time, 10-year-old kids were running around in their underwear vaguely aware of the opposite sex. I didn't have a real crush until I was 12. So, okay I was a late bloomer when it comes to matters of the heart, but since when did our kids start growing up so fast? At 10, they should be painting their faces with mud, pulling at girls' pigtails, or talking crazy about cartoon characters, not writing love letters. I guess my generation had a longer run with innocence.
When I was telling the husband this, he said at least Kirshan knows how to pick the good ones. The two girls occupy the 1st and 2nd places in the honor roll, respectively; Kirshan comes in 3rd. It's cute that he's getting all this attention, but that boy better be hitting the books, not chasing skirts!
Posted by fleur at January 17, 2008 10:58 PM