I had my three sons in the car with me the other day. It makes for a great captive audience and some pretty interesting conversations, as follows:
Me: So, A--. About this birthday party you have tomorrow. Are you the only boy invited?
Me: Does that embarrass you at all? Won't it be awkward?
A--: No, not really.
S-- (interrupting from the back): You know what's embarrassing, Mom? Going to a birthday party at Build-a-Bear and being the only boy there! Talk about embarrassing! (dramatic sigh accompanies this statement)
[Editor's note: S--'s best friend is a girl. He went to her birthday party in June and was the only boy invited.]
Me (pretending to be exasperated): What am I going to do with you S-- boys? You and all your girlfriends....sheesh! I'm going to have to beat them off with a stick!
A-- (getting defensive as only 11-year-olds can): What's the matter with having girlfriends?
Me (laughing): Nothing at all, son. Nothing at all.
I hope T-- was listening carefully.
Sixteen is going to be sooooo much fun at my house. I can tell already.