Tuesday – The Bachelor
Apr. 6th, 2011 12:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ninanevermore.
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I picked Sweet Pea up this evening and he showed me the invitation in his backpack. Mallory, a little girl in his class, is having a birthday party in a few weeks and she wants him to come.
“But I don’t know how to get there!” he cried, putting his hands on the side of his head in distress.
I looked at the invitation, which came with an address and driving directions. “I think I can get you there if you want to go. Do you want to go?”
“Yes. Mallory wants to marry me.”
“She does? How do you know?”
“She told me. She loves me, actually.”
“She does? Goodness. Do you want to marry her?”
He hesitated. “I don’t know.”
“That’s okay. There’s plenty of time to decide who you want to marry. You don’t have to pick someone out of your Kindergarten class. You’re going to meet a lot of girls between Kindergarten and when you’re grown up.”
“Ok.”
“But you can still go to her party and give her a present. Even if you marry someone else.”
“Ok, then. If you think you know how to get there.”
“I think I can find it. I'd like to meet Mallory.”
Jeff has met her, and says she is a very sweet, outgoing little girl. Mallory is one of those kids who never meets a stranger. Why a girl like that proposed marriage to my son, the kid who considers everyone a stranger and who didn't learn the names of any of his classmates until he was all but forced to, is beyond me. I guess it's a testament that opposites attract. Mallory is a ray of sunshine; Sweet Pea is the kid with the "Emotional Disturbance" stamp across his school records.
"Why do good girls like bad boys?" I asked Jeff, and he laughed.
It's a good thing they do, I guess. And if girls want to marry him, he doesn't seem to mind one bit even though, at the age of 6, he is not ready to commit. He's a cautious guy, so this doesn't surprise me in the least.
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.
.
I picked Sweet Pea up this evening and he showed me the invitation in his backpack. Mallory, a little girl in his class, is having a birthday party in a few weeks and she wants him to come.
“But I don’t know how to get there!” he cried, putting his hands on the side of his head in distress.
I looked at the invitation, which came with an address and driving directions. “I think I can get you there if you want to go. Do you want to go?”
“Yes. Mallory wants to marry me.”
“She does? How do you know?”
“She told me. She loves me, actually.”
“She does? Goodness. Do you want to marry her?”
He hesitated. “I don’t know.”
“That’s okay. There’s plenty of time to decide who you want to marry. You don’t have to pick someone out of your Kindergarten class. You’re going to meet a lot of girls between Kindergarten and when you’re grown up.”
“Ok.”
“But you can still go to her party and give her a present. Even if you marry someone else.”
“Ok, then. If you think you know how to get there.”
“I think I can find it. I'd like to meet Mallory.”
Jeff has met her, and says she is a very sweet, outgoing little girl. Mallory is one of those kids who never meets a stranger. Why a girl like that proposed marriage to my son, the kid who considers everyone a stranger and who didn't learn the names of any of his classmates until he was all but forced to, is beyond me. I guess it's a testament that opposites attract. Mallory is a ray of sunshine; Sweet Pea is the kid with the "Emotional Disturbance" stamp across his school records.
"Why do good girls like bad boys?" I asked Jeff, and he laughed.
It's a good thing they do, I guess. And if girls want to marry him, he doesn't seem to mind one bit even though, at the age of 6, he is not ready to commit. He's a cautious guy, so this doesn't surprise me in the least.
