One afternoon last week, as I was walking the Fries home from school, a whole passel of shirtless teenage boys ran past.
There must have been twenty of them or so.
Cross-country, no doubt.
"Yuuuuuuck!" Medium proclaimed, averting her eyes from the runners. "That's so gross! I never want to see THAT again!"
Now if we can just keep her thinking that for the next thirteen or fourteen years...
My parents were pretty strict, no dating until I was a junior in high school, not even a movie. Fortunately I liked working on a car with my brother better than hanging out with most of the boys I knew at that age.
ReplyDeleteThat and the giant 747 landing light wattage motion lights Dad put in the driveway in case a boy did pull in at night to talk to me.
Hubby has taken your dad's actions under advisement... ;)
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