Enjoyed my boys more than usual tonight. It was another "boys cook" night (hamburger helper, grapes, garlic toast, S'more dip, and carrots, of course). Calvin and Max had a weird galactic music (from this book's CD) dance party in our bedroom in front of the mirror. Reed filled us in on all the social gems from middle school. Apparently every boy in 5th grade has a girlfriend. Max recently told us that he has two! Not Calvin, though. Homeboy is holding strong as a bachelor.
Calvin: I got another stupid note this year! I don't know why Mrs. Johnson has us do those notes every year. I've gotten one three years in a row!
(Mrs. Johnson is the counselor, whom Calvin really likes. Apparently, though, he's not a fan of the self-esteem building activity she does where the students go around and write compliments on each other's papers)
Me: What was the note?
C: (after much hemming and hawing, hiding under the table and generally dodging the question) "I like you!"
Me: Well, maybe it was a boy who just likes you because you're a friend.
C: It was pink!
Reed: You can't argue with that.
C: There were only three people using pink and it was in NEAT handwriting! (strongest evidence for NOT a boy)
R: Calvin told me that he acts stupid so that no girls will like him.
Great strategy, bud. Now let's see if you can get Reeco Suave and Two-timing Teddy to start acting stupid, too...