I was working in the kitchen this afternoon. I can't remember exactly what I was doing but I'm positive it was something quite constructive. For the most part it had been a quiet day. Andrew was at work, Ian was on the road to Chattanooga to meet up with Sarah, and Eddie was enjoying an early release day by alternately watching educational TV (Wizards of Waverly Place is about science isn't it?) and riding his bicycle.
Suddenly I heard the screen door slam and the excited voice of a nine year old loudly exclaim "Guess what, I made a girlfriend!"
I didn't immediately respond as I was trying to figure out exactly what he meant by making a girlfriend. To understand this confusion you have to know Eddie. He's always making something, whether it be from Legos, Kleenex boxes, or paper and tape.
Lot's of tape.
Believe me when I say this kid can go through a roll of tape faster than I can down a bag of Cheetos!
I was even wondering if maybe he had gotten down into the dirt, added a little water, and formed a companion, calling her girlfriend. Or maybe he was just using his imagination like my boys did once-upon-a- time. Ian's friend was named Bobby and he was invisible. Andrew's friend was named Plank and he was a board with a face drawn on it. So who knows what kind of friend Eddie had bagged?
Before I could question him he cleared up the mystery by telling me the girlfriend was in fact human, a girl on a school bus, stopping at the stop sign at the corner. He was sitting on his bike in the driveway watching cars go by when the bus pulled up and he could hear the kids inside yelling and waving.
And then he saw her.
A girl with her face up to the window, madly waving at him. He didn't say but I am assuming he waved back ... unless he was trying to play it cool. Somehow I don't think so!
And then it happened.
She took her two hands, put them together, and formed the shape of a heart.
And then, as quickly as it started - it ended. The bus moved on, driving off into the sunset, leaving behind one excited young boy. He raced inside to update me on his relationship status and proudly showed me how she gave him the signal by forming the hand-heart.
And then he turned around, heading back outside. He stopped briefly and exclaimed "WooHoo, she must think I'm HOT!"
Kid's really do say the darnedest things, don't they? All of which later becomes blog material for mom (or in this case the babysitter) or at the very least blackmail material for when they really do get a girlfriend. If your're a parent reading this you know exactly what I'm talking about.