Soccer Chick used the “L” word yesterday. And she didn’t use it when talking to me, her sweet mother, who was driving her to Carrabas to eat a delicious dinner after the first game of her tournament.
Nope…
Soccer Chick was on the phone with Guy Friend.
Guy Friend is the dude who’s been coming over a lot since the summer. Guy Friend is the one she texts constantly.
Guy Friend is a soccer player…pretty good one at that. And he’s a senior. And they share a locker at school.
But he’s only a “Friend” because I am a mean mom and won’t let her date. I am very conservative, and it’s a decision the Mr. and I made long ago.
However, young hearts cannot be stilled.
A sampling of their text messages:
“You’re so cute.”
“No, you’re cuter.”
“Well, you’re smart.”
“No, you’re smarter.”
Blech.
It’s almost too much to take. Of course, I am 38 years old. I’m sure if I’d had texting when I was a teen, I would have said the same thing to old Curly-Head, my boyfriend of two years.
So, last night, Soccer Chick was recapping the game with Guy Friend and about to end the conversation when she said, “I love you.”
Even though she said it quietly, my old ears heard her loud and clear, along with the alarm bells that went afterward.
She quickly realized where she was and that Mama was in the front seat.
Sigh…
My little girl is growing up…
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