I took the boys out to lunch today at Firehouse. Man, we love that place.
Anyway, today the whole graduating class of 2008 firepeople walked in. I guess that should read firefighters. Okay. So I notice Pete watching everyone as we eat and then he pulled me close and whispered, "Mom, all the boys your age keep looking at you. I think boys your age think you are pretty."
Bless his loving little heart. (said without a sarcastic southern undertone)
ps what do you think he meant by your age? 25-ish? Me too.