PIMP

I have been very busy building on to the house. We are building a laundry room. So far we have one wall up and one cut and ready to be nailed. In case you are wondering what I am talking about in the subject line, it would appear that my son is a regular P~I~M~P.



I can only imagine what you all are thinking right now. The really bad thing is, he is only seven. It all started back at valentines day when this little girl Elizabeth gave him a ribbon that said 'someone loves you'. As if this is not bad enough, he gave her his phone number. She calls ALOT!! When she calls, they talk for an hour at a time. I listen in on the phone calls. They are pretty funny. Last night, I overheard him say that he might marry her when he grows up. There is another little girl that likes him as well. Her name is Brisha. She calls as well. I checked my voice mail today and she had called. She said 'Grayson call me, you remember what we talked about at school. I love you.' Trust me my jaw hit the floor. Well my husband asked him tonight about telling Elizabeth that he might marry her. He wanted to know if he asked her to. He said he did, but she said she was going to marry someone else. She called again tonight, which suprised me, since she said that. They did not get to talk long because it was late when she called. He giggled as he hung up and asked him what he was talking about and he said that she told him that Brisha sent him kisses. I said Grayson who is your girlfriend? Elizabeth or Brisha? He looks at me and calmly replies "BOTH". I am so glad that he is not older. I think he still has a lot to learn about women, although he seems to be doing pretty good for now!