We were at the city pool today and I noticed that Boy Two was hanging pretty tight with one particular girl. She was an adorable little brown-eyed beauty with long brunette hair, approximately six inches taller than him. He is one of the shortest seven-year-olds around, but what he lacks in height, he makes up for in blue eyes and personality. I don’t know how to explain it, but the kid has game. He’s the polar opposite of his brother, who spent his day at the pool sitting along the wall, slathering gallons of sunscreen on his pasty, skeletal body and wearing a towel on his head Arabian-sheikh style because he is absolutely terrified of getting sunburned, all while incessantly asking when we are leaving until I finally let him call Granddad to come rescue him from the torment of the pool.
Boy One is a dweeb, but Boy Two is a total playboy. He’s that perfect storm of playfulness, intelligence, sarcasm, humor, indifference, and confidence just short of arrogance that drives girls wild. I know this because he acts exactly like his father. While The Husband isn’t the most physically impressive specimen of a man, I was a young girl once and I know the capabilities of that personality. Been there, done that, and I know it when I see it.
So anyway, Boy Two and Flirty Girl are having a great time at the pool. He even brought her over to introduce herself.
Hi, I’m Flirty Girl. I went to Kindergarten with him.
Oh, nice to meet you, Flirty Girl. I’m his mother.
When I decided it was time to take the baby home, Flirty Girl saw me packing our things and she rushed over.
Are you leaving?
Does he have to leave?
No he can stay here with his Grammy, if he wants.
She seemed happy that he got to stay longer, but it dissipated quickly when he said, “Ahh, I think I’ll just go home. It’s too hot.”
Good work, son. Leave them wanting more. She heads toward the exit with us and talks to me as we go.
I like a different guy, ya know.
Yeah. I used to like your son, but not anymore. Now I like a different guy.
Boy Two holds his tongue until just as he’s walking in the boys’ locker room. Then he calls over his shoulder with a smirk, “Hey, Flirty Girl! Tell your sister I said hi.”
Flirty Girl should have stalked off with her dignity at that point, but girls will be girls and, well, he is very handsome.
Alright, well, see ya later, Boy Two!