Our footsteps echoed down the dimly lit hallway. My heart was beating wildly in my chest and by the look of terror on Tony's face, I guessed that his was too. A high pitch scream cut through the silence, followed by series of giggles.
Yeah....I said giggles. Tony and I were at the last open house for school on Tuesday. We had already been to one, but Tony was very concerned about not getting lost. We needed to locate his study hall and we still hadn't figured out where his gym class would be held (there are 3 gyms here).
Watching my baby struggle with his fear of being the new kid in school is tough. It's torture actually. But that's not what is scary. You know what is scary?
8th grade girls. They are terrifying!
Have you been in a middle school lately? 8th grade girls are everywhere! And they are all at least a head taller than the boys. And 8th grade girls look like women! Seriously. What's up with that? What happened to "late bloomers"? And 8th grade girls are all giggly....and pretty. And some of them were looking at my baby.
I wanted to say "Hey now! Back off babe!"
I just don't get it....I've never felt this way before. My daughters were 8th grade girls not too long ago. I didn't think they were all that scary. Bud was an 8th grade boy once upon a time too, I was ok then.
But walking into that hormone infested "institute of learning" with my sweet little baby boy, (who I was just changing diapers on his cute little bottom not too long ago---oh he's gonna kill me), was a whole new ball game for me. One that I'm not sure I'm ready for.
So I'm blaming 8th grade girls.
I'll let you know how I feel about 9th grade girls next year.
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