Ah, my son, the ladykiller:
Exhibit A: Alex, sitting at the dinner table, looks out the window and sighs dreamily. “Mommy, I love C____ soooooo much!” Mommy and Daddy exchange a look and bite back giggles.
Exhibit B: Taking advantage of a brief mild interlude, we go outside to play, where we discover the little neighbor girls and their mother doing the same thing. The kids chase each other up and down the sidewalk for a while, and then their mother calls them inside. As everyone protests, she gives me an ironic look. “E___ said to me the other day, ‘Alex is sooooo handsome.’”
Exhibit C: It’s all too funny to keep to myself, so I tell these stories at choir practice, and one of the other “choir baby” mothers pipes up. “Oh, yeah,” she says. “C____’s planning to marry Alex, too. He’s got the girls lined up!”
And he looks so innocent, too!
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Look out! You’ll have girls fighting over him!! (By the way, thanks for taking the time to read my longer, most recent post. I think you had good advice.)