Last night at Navy Pier, Nick and Gabe could have collected more numbers than The Biebster at Old Orchard Mall. Unlike their parents, our boys have charisma up the wazoo, which is why people stop what they’re doing to talk to them.
Nick and Gabe love the attention. With men, they are polite. Engaging, with a hint of reserve. But with the ladies, the charm goes to 11. They smile, chat, laugh – in other words, they flirt.
Yup, our boys are straight.
We had hints with Nick. When he was 4, he kept staring at a girl who looked about 5 across the street. Long hair, prairie skirt…
“Nick, do you know her?”
“No, but I want to.”
They start so young….
Gabe, being the younger brother, trumped Nick by about 3 years. As a baby, he began copping feels anytime a buxom broad picked him up. At first it was cute, then it became comic after we corrected him with a gentle, “No, sir” which he then added to his repertoire:
Cop feel. Smile. Say “No, Sir” with cute toddler lisp. Rinse and repeat.
If he’s doing this at 10, it’s a problem. Then again, if women are picking him up at 10 – either literally or otherwise…yeah, a much bigger problem.
Where oh where did we go wrong? Was it something we did? Or didn’t do?
But what if…they were just born this way.
We’ll have to remind ourselves that God doesn’t make mistakes. Even when the non-stop calls from HS girls start coming – which is why we plan to bury these hyper-athletic boys in sports to keep them TIRED and BUSY – we will say we are not here to judge.
Unless the girls are skanks. Then all bets are off.
We’ll do our job as parents and raise them to be the best versions of who they are, no matter who they love. That’s what our parents did for us. How could we do anything different?
I’ll wrap up with a tribute to the late Donna Summer. I love to love my disco, but I feel love for her duet with Musical Youth – my absolute, all-time fav 80’s song.
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