Kissed the girls and made them cry...
Except in this story there is no Georgie, it's my son.
Apparently he's quite the little ladies' man. Telling this one and that one that he loves them and then kissing the student of the week on the cheek when all the others did was give her a hug. My, my, my... it certainly starts young. I thought I had to be attentive with my daughters, and I am sure that will all come into play sooner or later, such is life. But for now? My husband needs to hurry on home and have a little sit down with his son! We're already teaching him how to be a gentleman: ladies first, open the door and allow the girls to enter, let the girls have your seat if they need one, etc. And he is doing quite well, unless someone takes away his Gentlemanly Duties such as opening a door, if we open it before he reaches it, he will throw a screaming fit! "I WANTED TO BE THE GEEENTLEMMAAAAAN!!!! I AM A GENTLEMAAAAN!!!!" And we have to calmly remind him that a gentleman certainly doesn't throw a fit in a doorway. But he seems to get the point though, right?
Two weeks ago, we were all out on a walk and passed by a Catholic school that is near our home. There was a line of middle school aged girls in their uniforms all in line walking across our path just up ahead. My Little Ladies' Man pipes in, "Hey Daddy! Daddy, look at all those gauhws!" Completely enthralled and staring at them. He can't even pronounce the word "girls" correctly, yet he is somehow already entranced. Here we go...
So, he'll kiss them and tell them he loves them, but beware, Girlies, he'll turn around and steal your snack and throw wood chips in your hair on the playground. Let's just give it ten to fifteen years, shall we?
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