School Yard Love

Unfortunately, Frankie and P.’s relationship couldn’t pass the test of time. He reported to me last night that they were “on and off” throughout both recesses on Wednesday, but they were unable reconcile their differences. She finally called it off for good before the school bell rang that afternoon.

Sniff. I guess I can shelve my plans to help her pick out china patterns.

On a brighter note, Frankie was able to work through his five stages of grief fairly quickly, and by Thursday afternoon, he and A. were a new “item”. He wants to invite her and her friend over on Saturday. He noted, “Two girls, Mom. Two. Girls. That’s better than one.”

My suspicions are confirmed. He’s like his father. When I say that in his single days, Arthur was experienced, I mean that he was experienced by a large population of females.

I now see that we should be counting down the time to the condom talk in months rather than years.