Feisty Repartee

Uh-oh!

Yesterday, I put this post up over at the other place, but ended up taking it down because Sweet One is a little sensative over the new boyfriend thing.

This was the original:

Sweet One is so going to kill me for posting this.

My phone rang just a few minutes ago. "Momma," she said, "just wanted to let you know we do have tennis practice this afternoon."

"Okay, good. I'll pick you up."

"Thanks. Now, I need to tell you something and I don't want you to freak out."

Freak out?!

Me?!

Ridiculous.

"Okay, I won't freak. Spill it?"

"I have been liking my friend CL for a while and today he asked me out."

Now, "going out" is a term of art and does not mean "going out on a date," but in old fart terms means "going steady." She knows she cannot date for a couple of more years, at least.

"What about CN (the guy she has been crushing on for over a year)?"

"CN and I are good friends and it doesn't look like that is going anywhere."

"What does CL look like?"

"He's 6'2" and blonde."

"When do I get to meet CL?"

"I don't know. We'll think of something."

So, there you have it. She has her first real boyfriend.

While I have not met CL yet, I have met CN and just adore him.

Now, let me call her father.

UPDATE:

Called Dash and said: "Well, looks like your daughter has a boyfriend. Want to guess who?"

"Harrison?" he said.

Harrison is one of the little boys in Wee One's class.

"No, wrong daughter."

"CN?"

"No, his name is CL."

"What does he look like?"

"6'2" and blonde."

Dash is also 6'2".

"G-r-e-a-t...." he responded.

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