Once upon a time there was a woman.
There was this woman who had a baby.
A baby who was 13 years old…well, he’ll be 13 on Sunday.
This almost 13 year old boy, looked up from his computer over to his Mother who was on her computer and said…as they were both sitting at the kitchen table…one wrapped up in conversation on Facebook. The other trying to think of something to write on her blog, while Twittering and hopping.
“When am I allowed to date? Because, I kind of like this one girl. But not as much as she likes me, I don’t think. But…when?”
And this woman. She looked at her son.
Who isn’t a baby anymore.
Not…even close to being a baby anymore.
And she said…
“You want to ask a girl out? A girl? Really?”
And the Mother, whose son wanted to know when it would be OK to ask a girl out, had to hold herself back from either crying or laughing…she couldn’t tell exactly what emotion was wanting to spill forth.
And the Mother took another good hard look at her son.
And she realized…
it’s no use.
He isn’t a baby anymore.
He’ll never be a baby anymore.
if he is really serious about asking this cute little girl out…
he should strongly consider letting his Mother take him for a shave and a haircut.
Because his hair is moppy and dirty looking.
And he has a caterpillar crawling across his upper lip that needs to be exterminated.
And then…while he’s getting that shave and a haircut…
She should strongly consider getting that umbilical cord cut.
Because it’s time.
Dinosaur book here