The Bracelet

Brendon made the bracelet for Ashley and this morning we made sure it was in his backpack. I wish I had taken a pic of it because when blogging, pictures are always a great accompaniment to a short story.

As he got on the bus, I felt like he was on his way to the most important day of his school life. It was a day that would make or break his heart for the first time.

When he got home, stripped himself of wet snowpants and boots, got himself settled in the playroom with a mug of hot chocolate, I asked if he gave the bracelet to Ashley.

"No, I didn't give it to her. I gave it to someone else to give to her."

Ah! The School Of Love 101: Never, ever give someone a note or token of affection directly. Always give it to a buddy to give to the girl.

"So do you know if she liked it?"

"Well, when I saw her in the lunch room she was smiling a lot. And she waved to me."

"Was she wearing it?"

"I saw her trying to put it on. I'll ask her tomorrow if she liked it."

My little man is growing up and shit if my PMS has to coincide with this landmark achievement in Brendon's 2nd grade love life. I'm getting teary eyed writing this.

Tomorrow when he gets home from school and after he strips himself of his wet snowpants and boots and settles down with another mug of hot chocolate, I'll ask him:

"Did you ask her if she liked the bracelet?"

I love some good school gossip.