milivica
09-27-2007, 12:26 AM
OMG, this kid of mine. I just love him, he kills me.
He had a great night at Boy Scouts, all the boys ROCK, I think all but 2 are on the spectrum (never really did a head count). There were college girls there apparently from some 'club', showing them how to make something or whatnot (geez I forgot now, they just told me an hour ago).
Well, when I came to get him, we had this long trail to walk. While walking, he was up ahead with one of the girls, the one that had sort of mentored him that evening. I could see he had a crush on her.
Eventually he dropped back to walk with me for a few seconds, and told me he has had a tidal wave and tsunami of puberty. I said I understand, that's nature, but what ever you do, don't talk about your private things to the girl.
So, up ahead of me, I hear him saying Hot Dog this and Hot Dog that, and on and on I hear Hot Dog over and over. I assume maybe they cooked hot dogs, with the smores. Who knows. Well, though I was sure he wouldn't talk about 'his' hot dog, I called him over to ask.
Me: Vince, ummm, I hear you saying hot dog a lot, you're not talking about YOUR hot dog, are you?
Vince is offended: Noooooo! I would never do that! I'm talking about OTHER men's hot dogs.
He had a great night at Boy Scouts, all the boys ROCK, I think all but 2 are on the spectrum (never really did a head count). There were college girls there apparently from some 'club', showing them how to make something or whatnot (geez I forgot now, they just told me an hour ago).
Well, when I came to get him, we had this long trail to walk. While walking, he was up ahead with one of the girls, the one that had sort of mentored him that evening. I could see he had a crush on her.
Eventually he dropped back to walk with me for a few seconds, and told me he has had a tidal wave and tsunami of puberty. I said I understand, that's nature, but what ever you do, don't talk about your private things to the girl.
So, up ahead of me, I hear him saying Hot Dog this and Hot Dog that, and on and on I hear Hot Dog over and over. I assume maybe they cooked hot dogs, with the smores. Who knows. Well, though I was sure he wouldn't talk about 'his' hot dog, I called him over to ask.
Me: Vince, ummm, I hear you saying hot dog a lot, you're not talking about YOUR hot dog, are you?
Vince is offended: Noooooo! I would never do that! I'm talking about OTHER men's hot dogs.