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Monday, March 3, 2008

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.

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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!

7 comments:

Denise said...

Woo Hoo, some hot son you have there, lol

Karen H. said...

Good Morning Brandy,
Oh my word my friend, you are going to have your hands full there. The times have surely changed from the days when I liked someone. Now a days, when our girls likes someone, they call it going out. Well being from the old school, I call going out actually going out on a date. I remember the first time I heard one of them saying that I told them they weren't going out and they told me what it meant. LOL. Sounds like your little Son is going to be a Ladies Man. LOL. Oh he still has lots to learn about girls. He will learn as he gets older tho. It is funny hearing them and listening to them talk to girls/boys tho. Take care my friend and have a great day. May God Bless You and Yours.

Love & Hugs,
Karen H.

Lady Di Tn said...

Brandy
How to cure the girly boy. When Puppy was in pre school there was this little girl who was his shadow and one day she told him she was gonna marry him. He came home and asked what marrying her meant. I told him "She will move in here with us and rearrange all your stuff and if she doesn't like something into the trash it will go." HIs reply was "I don't think I will get married."
But your adorable little red head seems to enjoy the attention. Don't worry he looks like he has not made it to the age that a boy thinks girls are yucky. But then they roll into the teenage years with rageing hormones. Good luck my friend. Peace

Lisa said...

Awe, How cute is that.Just wait until this cutie pie becomes a teenager.

jennifer said...

Can you say "playah"? HAH! It amazes me the drama that my girls come home talking about from school. Do they know that they are kids? Your son is adorable.

And yes by the way, I got the email. Some of the instructions are hazy for me so when hubby gets back in town I am going to request his help. My brain just doesn't work in common sense mode. Jennifer

Hope said...

Look out, Brandy. I seem to remember another little couple who started pretty young!!

Mike Golch said...

Hum,and I did not discover girls until the 7th grade.and than it was only one girl.Not counting the topboy I grew up with,my friend Irv's older sister.
Oh by the way I have decided to add you to my blog roll.I hope you and your family have a gtreat day.