Wednesday, July 21, 2004

Frankie's In Love, Benjy's Exploring Her Options

As a former little person, I know I would hate it if my mother ever wrote about my social life on her blog (and I would be confused as well, because the Internet, much less blogging, did not exist when I was a little person), but as a mother, I find it all very cute and quite within my sphere of rights to air his laundry to the world for my amusement.

Frankie Mouse (aka my 8-year old son) is having a major battle of wits with this nasty little girl in his karate class. They hate each other. Can't be in the same room together, in fact. Obviously, they're in love - or at least in the kind of love where you push the girl you like into a snow bank.

Chloe is home-schooled and quite well-spoken. Frankie announced that "his feet were killing him" one day and she replied "I hope they succeed." If I were her mother, I'd be really impressed with her quick wit. As Frankie's mother, I'm officially appalled. Frankie is a smart kid, but he's not quick with the come-backs (he's like George Kastanza - he thinks of a great reply much too late). He's been rehearsing, though, and now his standard reply is, "Whatever, doll!" which infuriates her to no end.

Yesterday, though, he crossed the line. As soon as everyone was in formation on the dojo, Frankie put up his hand and proclaimed, "I have an announcement!" The dojo quieted, "Chole annoys me." He went on to say that even though she's mean and nasty, he feels sorry for her because she doesn't have any friends, whereas he has lots....He was cut off by Sensei before he got any further. (In my parental defense, I wasn't there when this went down - I heard about it later, and he's been grounded).

Needless to say, Sensei spent a better part of the class lecturing the two of them on the seven principles of the black belt and how they're not living by them. They've been warned and threatened to be civil or risk being thrown out. Ahhh, love...

In other news, Benjy Mouse (aka my 4-year old daughter) announced that both Curtis and Katie (at day care) want to marry her. She hasn't made a decision, but thinks it would be better to marry a boy. I agree, but I don't want to pigeon-hole her. I also pointed out that I didn't meet my husband until Senior year of university, so she might want to give it some time.

Parenting in the new millenium is such a treat.

3 Comments:

At 9:30 PM, Blogger Diva said...

What a sweet post.

 
At 12:25 PM, Blogger Jennie said...

Ah, young love. Things were so much simpler when you could just punch a guy in the stomach and that meant you liked him.

 
At 3:11 PM, Blogger Janet said...

Ahh, the untainted innocence of youth. I remember the days when you liked a boy and couldn't tell him. That of course lasted until I was 22 years old.

 

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