Thursday, July 22, 2010

Girly Girl

My ten year old son  was rambling on a mile a minute about every sport under the sun, while I did a good job of faking interest in, and knowledge of, those sports.  I often talk sports with my son and because I know little about them I learned to fake it. I assume my vast knowledge (cough, cough) of sports impressed him because today he kindly informed me that I am not a "girly, girl".  Although my first reaction was to be extremely a little insulted I didn't let on to my son that my feelings were hurt.  Instead, I asked him what he meant by me not being a "girly girl".  "You are are "manly, girl" mom", he said.  He must have realized how that sounded (or maybe he saw the sick look on my face) because he quickly tried to cover it up by saying..."Oh, Mom, I just meant that you aren't like other girls.  You don't care about how you dress or what your hair looks like".   Kids, you gotta love em!


flip flops and pearls said...

Oh My!!! LOL
At least you try- fake it til ya make it-

Karen Mortensen said...

How sweet.

Cindy said...

Awww, I think that's super sweet!

Java said...

Ha! You know he meant well but sheesh! lol...I think all sons can't imagine their Mom a certain way...I don't know a thing about fact all my sons played basketball and so I've been to probably over 1000 about game 850 I yelled "come on defense"...and all the moms around me turned around and glared at me....I then find out that they were on "offense" would I know...It was only game 850!! lol

Thanks for the sweet comment today! I love your blog just the way it is! I swear we are twins separated at birth!

I am Harriet said...

Stopping by from the Friday hops to say hello.
Have a great Friday!