My son, Trey, is a sweet and adorable 10-year-old. OK, so maybe I'm a little biased, but there's a least one little girl who agrees with me. Let's call her Casey (some names have been changed to protect the innocent). Last week, Casey declared her love for Trey at a skating party. To his face. She just walked right up to him and said, "Trey, I have a crush on you."
Being the red-blooded American male that he is, Trey responded with a dumbfounded, deer-in-the-headlights look. After a long pause, he uttered one profound word: "Oh."
"Will you skate with me?" the cute, little blond-haired girl asked.
"Uh, OK," Trey managed to mumble.
After skating together for a while, Casey decided to press the issue further. "Trey, do you like me?" she asked, batting her long eyelashes.
The deer-in-the-headlights look returned. "Uh, yeah," he said simply.
When recounting the story later that evening to his dad, Trey told him, "I said 'yeah,' Dad. And then I thought, 'What have I gotten myself into?!'"
I can still picture him slapping his forehead as he said that. Russ and I cracked up. And then I said what my husband was thinking, "I'm sure every man has wondered that same thing at some point in his life: 'What have I gotten myself into?'"
Then we laughed some more. I LOVE my family!!
