The twins are currently in a play at their middle school, so this afternoon I drove over to pick them up from practice.
Middle hopped into the front passenger seat. "Mom, you missed seeing the wonder that is Ricky."
"Gosh, I guess I'll just have to survive." I pulled out around the cars still in line in front of me, waiting for kids to either pile in or buckle or whatever.
"I have good taste in guys," Middle went on. "First there was Wynn, then there was Boater, and now Ricky."
I was familiar with the first two on her list, whom she'd also supplied surnames for, but I can only do so much anonymizing here without messing up my brain cells. Wynn's a church friend who has boldly declared his love--and his intention to win the Middle Son-in-law Sweepstakes--almost from the moment he met her. Boater is a friend from school, actually in Oldest's grade (so he's now in high school, along with Oldest, and sorta out-of-market), and a good kid.
She didn't provide a last name for Ricky, though. "Do you know Ricky's last name?" I asked her.
Middle spouted it off without hesitation.
Okay then. So it's not a random crush where we like the kid, but don't even know his whole name.
"You know what the difference is between Ricky and those other guys, though?"
I can hardly wait, my child.
"I'm not even crushing on him. I just think he's hawt."
Hahahahaha. Wait until I tell your father, kid.
