January 30, 2013

Mr. Clown

Bones is 5'2", maybe, and he has HUGE hands and wears a 10 1/2 shoe. For those not in the know, those are big dang feet for a kid that height.

We all joke about it to some degree. His Godmother comes with me to all his performances and she always says something like, "When he sings, I can't get past his hands. They're just SO BIG!"

He got in the car the other day after school and said to me, 'Mom, what is the deal with my hands and feet?'

I glanced over at him, returning my focus on the road and said, 'You'll grow into them. Hands and feet always grow first, like puppies and paws.'

He looked out the window and then started to grin. He said, "There is this 7th grader that thinks it's a riot. Whenever he sees me in the hall, he walks with his feet out wide and his hands way out, like they're so big. It's really funny..."

Today I said to him, "So, is that kid still walking funny with his hands out when he sees you?" to which Bones replied with a smile, "Oh yeah, but now he calls me, Mr. Clown".


Why do girls keep writing all over my sons? What the heck is up with that?

For the last few days, Bones has gotten in my car covered in marker... his hands and his arms.

He got in the car today, I took a deep breath and said, "You are thin. You are white. But I don't see any blue lines. Why are they mistaking you for a piece of paper?"

He said nothing.

I continued, "What is with these girls writing all over you? Every day, hearts, flowers, "I was here", X marks the spot... What gives?"

He shrugged.

And then I said under my breath, "They probably all look alike too..." since I have this thing that all teenage girls look alike.

He got all huffy and said, 'NO! They don't. Mikaela is a tiny Asian girl. Kirsten is a medium sized white girl. And Kaley is tall, thin, and black...'

"Well, there you go then. You have United Nations writing all over you..."

Last year, T had some girl that used to write on the back of his neck. In GREEN. He'd come home and there would be a green dot or a green flower at his hairline.

It made me NUTS.

As we got out of the car I said to Bones, "Tell them your Mom said you aren't paper..."

He replied, "Right."

Posted by Boudicca at January 30, 2013 09:57 PM

So what did we do to boys in the middle/high times? I don't remember writing on them...

Posted by: vwbug at January 31, 2013 05:49 AM

Back in the day they used to use hickeys to mark 'em. Be thankful it's marker. :-)

Posted by: Pogue at January 31, 2013 06:54 AM

VW- I don't ever remember writing on a boy. Or anyone. I think I remember using the palm of my hand to write down a phone number or something... but it would have been a girl's.

Yesterday, on the other hand, he had a 'right angle'. I said, "And what is with the triangles on your other hand?" and he said, "Oh, someone didn't believe me that there was something called a right angle, I didn't have paper, so I just drew one on my hand to show them what a right angle looked like...' Evidently he thinks he's paper too...

Pogue- GAH! No. He's going to be the kid who comes home with one too, mark my words. He was my first kid to kiss a girl and he is 4 years younger than his eldest brother. 6th grade. Under the stairs. At school.

He told me last night, "I don't get why anyone is afraid to ask a girl out. I'm not. So what if they say no? You just shrug and move on...' Talk about confidence. T would just as soon die.

Posted by: Bou at January 31, 2013 07:09 AM

I was with Mr T when I was back in HS. Somehow I managed to get a date for the Prom. Not much else though.

Posted by: The Thomas at January 31, 2013 08:05 AM

Weird. Our daughter's boyfriend used to write on her arm, frequently. Drove me nuts! I figured he was being territorial or something. I think he's gotten over that strange habit. Or maybe he just discovered Post It notes.

It is actually something of a relief to find out that other people do this!

Posted by: PeggyU at February 2, 2013 03:12 AM

We used fountain pens in school, so there was no writing on each other... might as well say we used quill pens... showing my age.

Hickies really were the way we 'marked' each other. ;)

Posted by: pam at February 2, 2013 10:39 AM

I hope his feet don't get any bigger. It gets hard to find shoes after you hit size 11 or 12....I wear 15s.

Posted by: George P at February 2, 2013 03:00 PM

Our oldest son has a friend who wears size 15 shoes. We also have a cat who loves shoes. Very funny to see him try to curl up inside one of Michael's shoes. He doesn't fit, but he can wedge part of himself inside, while the rest of him spills out over the top.

Posted by: PeggyU at February 2, 2013 05:43 PM

When I was in junior high, the girls wrote on their jeans. This was way back in the 70's. I don't remember ever writing on a boy.

Posted by: Tina at February 2, 2013 09:51 PM