clueless

Sometimes I love my job. Or at least the humor that it often brings.

Yesterday, son #1 (age 10) innocently mentioned that some girls in his class were mean to him. At first, mama bear got a bit riled up, but knowing the girls I couldn't quite imagine them doing anything mean. So instead of grrring I asked him what he meant.

"Well, they would keep taking my hat. And they wouldn't give it back," he said.

Um, yeah... (Dare you to keep a straight face on that one!)

Well, considering the girls are all two years older than him and he IS the most handsome boy in his class (Mom isn't at all biased on that one), I can't say I'm too surprised. I might know a thing or two about girls.

"Well, gosh you're right they really are just plain mean. Those girls should be ashamed of themselves. You should stay away from girls. They're all like that..."

Ha ha. All the things I could have said, but I couldn't because I was trying so hard not to laugh. I hope he stays clueless for awhile.