There was homework to be done before the kids and I could go anywhere this afternoon, and Stephanie was over for a while so that Alex could help her wade through some science homework that she wasn't quite grasping. All the kids were at the table, and the house was quiet except for the shuffling of papers and the noise I was making in the kitchen (hey, I can slice and bake cookies like a damned PRO, you know.)
Alex's cell phone started to beep with incoming messages, but he ignored it until the 5th or 6th one when he tossed his pencil down and reached for it. He read them, frowned, and then looked up at Stephanie and asked, Did you break up with me and not tell me?
I was thinking that would be pretty damned cold, letting him get a bunch of text messages about it while getting him to help with homework, but she was as stumped as he was. Someone started a rumor, and in the typical high school way, the rumor was getting back to him in volume. I presumed it was friends commiserating; no, it was a bunch of girls offering to “comfort” him through the heartbreak.
Through the rest of the evening his phone has been buzzing with text messages from hopeful 14-16 year old girls.
I admire his outward demonstration of offense at all the messages he's getting, but deep down I kind of want to high five the kid.
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