Stumble it!
May 26, 2006
Girls, Girls, Girls
Last night we took the boys, along with Finn’s best friend, to a popular Mexican restaurant. We put the boys at one table and Bill and I sat nearby so we could talk about things other than fart jokes.
As we dug into our burritos, we heard lots of giggling and noticed a booth of preteen girls sitting near the boys. I watched as one of the girls popped her head over the top of the booth and looked at Finn and his friend and said coyly, “How old are you guys?”
Finn and his friend stared at each other in amazement and started to laugh. His friend (big blue eyes, blond ringlets) said, “What is UP with that?”
“It would be polite to answer them instead of laughing at them,” I hissed.
“Not so quick, honey,” Bill said. One of the other girls had gotten up from the table and was prancing to the bathroom. She was wearing a wee red halter top and gym shorts. She’d folded the waistband of her shorts over several times so that the entire length of her bottoms was about four inches.
“Look at her shorts!” Finn laughed. “She’s almost not wearing any.”
“She shouldn’t go out of the house like that,” his friend agreed.
We all resumed eating, and soon the group of girls threw away their trash and headed for the door. They were all wearing shorts in the barely there style, except for one girl in a flouncy pink mini skirt. As Miss Halter Top sashayed by, I saw her look at Finn’s friend and hold her hand up to the head, giving him the unmistakable message: “Call Me.”
Finn and his friend rolled their eyes. “Did you see that?” Finn asked.
“Yeah,” his friend said. “I don’t even know her number. Plus she needs to wear more clothes.”
Then my boys cleaned up their stuff and ran outside to throw the football until Bill and I were finished eating.
“Enjoy this while it lasts, honey,” Bill said after they were gone. “I can’t remember the last time I thought a female needed to wear more clothes.”
