My oldest turns 12 today. Which means I only have one more year reprieve until he hits the teenage years. :faint:

He’s so funny though, and as of yet, hasn’t turned into a frothing at the mouth, head rotating, mouthy, obnoxious junior high kiddo. Can you tell Im not overly fond of the junior high years? So anyway, the other day, on the way home from picking the kids up from school, oldest child is telling me about his day and how some girl tried to get another girl in trouble by lying about something she did blah blah and he went on to say that he HATES the girl. (The one who tried to get the other one in trouble) So I say why? He gets this repulsed look on his face.

“She’s a girly girl.” (as if that explains the mysteries of the universe)

My six year old girl pipes up from the back seat.

“I HATE girly girls!” :purplelaugh::hysterical:

So I look in the rearview mirror and ask, “WHy do YOU hate girly girls?”

She scowls and says, “Because they won’t do really cool stuff like pick up bugs or frogs or lizards.”

I probably shouldn’t mention at this point that my middle child, my 8 year old son, wouldn’t touch a bug, lizard or frog to save his LIFE. :purplelaugh: