This morning was parents day at Tony's school.
Last night, while we were discussing what happens on parents day, Tony said to me "please don't embarrass me Mom."
I really have no idea what he's talking about.
I mean what could be embarrassing about being a 14 year old, eighth grade boy at a brand new school and have your mom hanging with you at school for the day?
I think the administrators do this to these kids just for chuckles.
On the way into school, I asked Tony what would be the most embarrassing thing that I could do to him (just to be sure that I didn't accidentally do something that I didn't know would be mortifying to him).
His answer surprised me. He said "please don't touch me while we are in there".
Wow! That's all it would take?
Through out the day I had plenty of opportunities to cause him blushes that didn't involve touching him....but I was a good girl.
Now he lays here cuddled up next to me while I write this. He likes me to rub his back. I like to play with his wavy hair.
He doesn't seem to mind me touching him now. And I am cherishing these moments because I know they will be gone all too soon.