Wednesday, March 11, 2009


You Forget...

what the world looks like when you're seven. An actual exchange last night:

The Boy: You know, I try to hold in my farts around girls.

DD: That's a good idea.

TB: Yeah. If you fart around them, they won't want to be your girlfriend.

DD: Probably not.

TB: It's hard to convince them to marry you. Like, I want to marry Ashley, but I don't know how to make her want to marry me.

DD: Well, no rush. You've got time.

TB: I know that. But I want to marry her. How many more years until prom?

DD: About nine. But you don't get married at the prom!

TB: I know. But I can't wait to dance with her at the prom. Only nine more years!

DD: You know, nine years is a long time, and things change. Maybe you'll meet another girl in that time and you'd rather dance with her.


TB: Yeah, but I don't want to wait that long. I don't want to have to worry about it.

DD: You know, deciding now won't help. You'll still have to worry about it anyway.

TB: I will?

DD: Yeah.

TB: Well, I still want to marry Ashley.

At seven, it all makes perfect sense...

Well, at least he's already got the "try to hold in your farts" part down solid. That's a good start!
"How many more years until prom?"

Wow. Just, wow.

They grow up too quickly!
I heart stories about TB and TG so much! Indeed, he sounds so cute, I wish he could come visit my girls! Maybe he could teach my oldest one to hold in her farts :0
Ah, when I was 9 I had two boys fighting over me. Then I got sick in the car on our way back from some amusement park. And they were no longer interested.
So he's got a long term vision, a clearly defined mission and is acting now to accomplish his goals by exercising self control, building strategic alliances, and getting the help and advice of a more senior and demonstrably successful mentor.

Sounds like administrative material to me!
I like Ivory's comment. I couldn't agree more.
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