Wandering Wednesdays

January 26, 2010

Bastiani won the blue ribbon for his division in the school science fair.

I made him stand there for me even though he was embarrassed.

He was proud....embarrassed by me snapping 20 photos of him in front of his board......but proud nonetheless.

I was proud, too.

And I look at those photos now, taken just a couple weeks ago, and the truth is so evident. Father Time is clearly trying to one-up me again.

'Cause see, my boy is growing up. He's like a pre-adolescent or something. 10 going on 18.

It's bittersweet seeing him enter this new stage of his life. It's also kinda scary.

I mean, just look at him!

He's like a little man.

A little man with an affinity for older women.

In particular -- Megan Fox.

AYKM? I have a fourth-grader

who tells me Miss Fox is hot!?

Um.....no?

I don't need to hear that yet, Bastian Boy.

Pretty? Sure.

Beautiful? I guess.

But hot? Not in mommy's ears.......no thank you!

Not yet, anyway. Please, not yet.

Can't he just stay a little boy longer? Can't he just put off girls til he's like, 25?

I feel like telling him:

THEY WILL COME, MY DARLING.

IN DROVES.

UNTIL THEN, DO YOUR HOMEWORK.

DO YOUR CHORES.

PLAY WITH YOUR ACTION FIGURES

AND Keep fighting with your brother over who gets to sit next to me.

(Cause even though I get annoyed at you two for fighting about it,

Secretly, I love it.)

You're my baby.

I always want you to fight for that seat.

Even if Megan Fox is sitting in the other.