Josh dutifully unplugged himself from his iPod and asked, "What do you want to talk about?"
"I dunno," Chris said yawning. "Um…why don't you tell me the first thing you'd like to do when you get your driver's license?"
"That's easy. Take Cutegirl* out on a date," Josh replied without hesitation.
WHAT?! When Chris shared this story with me, my jaw fell open. Since when did my son like some girl enough to want to ask her out on a date? And me with no clue this had occurred! Of course, in typical male fashion, Chris couldn't provide me with any of the details I craved, such as Cutegirl's* name, how Josh met her, did Cutegirl* know he liked her, etc.
Josh has always been open with me and a great communicator. So for the next few days I waited patiently for him to divulge this latest tidbit of news to me. But he said absolutely nothing about it. Nada. I refused to take this sitting down. I didn't want to divulge that his dad had shared this info with me so I tried a different tactic.
Sauntering up beside him after school one day, I casually said, "Soooo, buddy. Anything new going on in your life?"
"Nothing interesting or new you'd like to share with your ol' mom?"
I was really getting frustrated. Then, one afternoon, I got an unexpected break. As Josh was chatting away about his day at school, he mentioned the names of some kids he'd been talking with between classes. One new name in particular jumped out at me and I immediately latched on. "Who?"
Interrupted from his flow of chatter, he looked at me blankly. "Huh?"
"Who did you just say you were talking with?"
"Boy, Boy, Cutegirl*, and Boy."
Bingo! "Who is Cutegirl*?"
"Oh, you don't know her. She's just a girl I had in my old Basket weaving* class."
"Oh." Expectant pause…
Undaunted, he continued on with his story without expanding on this babe at all!
Not to be thwarted, I did what any normal, nosy, busybody mom would do. I secretly snagged his old yearbook and searched for Cutegirl*. Since I only had her first name, no luck. But using my highly honed undercover investigator mom skills, I turned to Facebook, and… Gotcha! I studied her profile pic. So…okay, she looked like a nice girl. Now I just needed him to tell me all about her.
He looked over at me. His gorgeous brown eyes wide, "Um, no offence mom, but I think this is the sort of thing I should really be sharing more with Dad."
Oh the pain! I clutched at my heart, reminiscent of Sanford in the old Sanford and Son series. "What do you mean? What are you saying? You've always been able to talk with me."
"I know, but…" he squirmed uncomfortably in his chair. "This is different, it's guy stuff."
"Well fine!" I huffed. Then I sniffed. "Doesn't matter anyway. I know who she is."
He frowned at me suspiciously. "Oh yeah. Well, what's her last name start with?"
I stated a letter, and his eyebrows shot up. "It does start with that letter! What does her first name start with?"
I stated another letter.
"Dad told you!"
"No, he didn't," I said airily, preparing to dramatically sweep from the room. "I guessed it from other things you've shared with me. You know I do actually listen when you talk."
Now it was his turn to Humph! He grumbled for a few seconds but I could tell he wasn't really mad. And I think he learned a valuable lesson as well. Don't mess with the mom. Don't bother hiding stuff from the mom. She's way too much of a nosy, busybody to keep things from anyway.
*Certain names and details have been changed to protect me from my son's wrath should he ever actually read my blog.
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