I am stocking water, hoarding matches, saving cans of food ...
As of tonight:
It's official.
I am about to encounter aliens.
Tonight is Open House and New Parents Night for the middle school Brian will be attending in September.
Brian is ...
Brian is ... going ...
(AGhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!)
Brian is ....(gulp) .... going ....(gulp) ... to be ...... a
Pre-teen.
(NOOooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo)
An alien will be moving into my home for the next few years. He will snatch up what is left of my little boy who believes everything I say and loves everything I do. A foreigner will inhabit his body questioning my every move, looking for my mistakes.
I must prepare.
****
We attended the Open house and ...
Brian was in heaven.
I was also able to witness the "Mr. Cool" Brian (his behavior when cute young girls notice him). Dear God, is this age really approaching? When the principal mentioned the student dances I wanted to grab Brian's hand and run for our lives. (Sigh) Alas, I must let him grow up now.
No snakes though.
Teenage girls calling will be scary enough.
Until next time-
C
