I Love...Little Girls

Let me set the scene. I had just finished reading with Seth..."There's a Wocket in my Pocket". A literary gem. We turned off the light for quiet time and laid there silently for a minute. Seth breaks the silence by saying "I love girls." "Which girls?" I ask inquisitively. "All the girls," Seth responds. So I take a second to process this revelation and ask him "Why do you love all the girls?" He answers, "They give me hearts in my eyes and in my chest." Holy smokes...my four-year-old just hit puberty.

And so begins the journey, my son. You will spend the rest of your life trying to please these creatures called girls. You'll also spend the rest of your life trying to figure them out. Don't. You can't. They are not like us. They don't think like us, they don't talk like us, they surely don't rationalize like us. They do smell really good though. Therein lies the rub. Once you get the bug, there's no turning back. You'll plan your day around girls. You'll make decisions where to attend college based on girls. You'll get in fights over girls. You'll pull your hair out over girls. You'll stay at a crummy job because of the girls. You'll pick out your car based on which one will most help you get girls. You'll someday smash a cell phone because of girls.

They do smell really good though.

Headline from "Little Girls" by Oingo Boingo, 1981