This is where all the stinky socks in our house live.
Along with mud tracks and basketball shoes and drum sets and algebra books and track uniforms.
And plenty of testosterone.
It’s a whole other world.
One of the stinky sock boys came home from school the other day with a disgruntled look on his face.
He really didn’t say anything.
Just a lot of sighing and hair flipping for dramatic effect.
I think he was waiting for someone to ask him what all the angst was all about.
I said nothing.
Just sat and waited patiently for the drama to unfold.
Finally he turned to me with a woebegone expression on his face….
….and a flip of his hair.
“Mom….you are never going to believe it. This girl….she stopped me by the lockers and told me that she liked me.”
“Really,” I said…..with an attempt at complete nonchalance.
I find that in these types of situations….nonchalance is the best approach for getting the most information possible.
“A girl? By the lockers? What did you say to her?”
He stared at me in disbelief.
“Are you serious? I didn’t say anything. What do I say to something like that? I just turned and walked away.”
“Hmmm” I said with a nonchalant shrug. “Probably a wise decision.”
He nodded in agreement.
Then he flipped his hair…..and continued on with his tale of trial and tribulation.
“But you haven’t even heard the worst part yet.” he snorted.
“There’s more?” I asked patiently. “What could be worse than a girl telling you she liked you by the lockers?”
He flipped his hair again and patted it back into place with an air of satisfaction.
And craned his neck to catch a glimpse of his flipped hair in the window.
I waited patiently for the hair flipping to stop.
“What happened next?” I asked.
He paused and announced, “When I was about to get on the bus…..one of her best friends told me that she liked me, too.”
And with that dramatic pronouncement….he flopped down on the couch in despair….head in his hands.
Mournfully he looked up at me and with all the angst of a stinky sock boy…..let out a sigh.
“Mom….I’ve got problems.”
He paused….flipped his hair once more and continued, “Lately….I really think….
…..that this hair is lethal.”
I’m currently working on enlarging all the door frames so his stinky socks and hair flipping ego can fit through. 🙂
edited to add: I left the blog post on the computer and went into the other room.
When I returned….I found this typed message as an addition to the blog post……
P.S. Just an unsolicited side note from the older brother – this is what I deal with living upstairs.
You may express your sympathy in the comments. -Denton