You see this cute little boy? He was about three when this photo was taken. Just a little moppet in a bookstore.

Well, he is 11-years-old now and tonight, I get to take him to a junior high parent meeting.

JUNIOR HIGH.

It’s all starting, the girls, the text messages, the girls walking by our house at night, the deeper than deep voice that came out of nowhere and oh, did I mention the GIRLS?

Now I realize that back in the day, I did not have a cell phone to text my friends, but I don’t recall being into the boy-girl scene until I was about thirteen.  The other day he woke up, had a girlfriend and then by the end of the day, they broke up. How can this be? No dating took place.

Anyway, tonight I descend upon the school for the very first time. He’s mortified that I have to take him but it is a parent meeting afterall. Do you think he’ll survive? Do you think I will survive?