Monday Memories

Here's another conversation that I want to remember. Eleven and twelve-year-old boys crack me up. They are so funny and I completely enjoy them. They want so much to be more mature but are just not quite there yet. I drove the soccer carpool about once a month and even thought it was a long drive, I really enjoyed every minute. It was so entertaining. Put four boys this age in the back of the Suburban and just listen and drive. Turn on the radio, just a little bit so they think that you're listening to it but not too loud so that you can overhear their conversations. Which is not too diffictult because they practically yell everything that they say. (Notice I said BACK of the Suburban!) Here's some tidbits from the last time I drove:

"Dude,(they begin absolutely every sentence like this), Selena Gomez is soooo hot. Her new video is the best.!"

"Dude, did you know that if you mouth the words olive juice to somebody it totally looks like you are saying I love you? I know, so cool, I just made that up."

"Dude, why are you supposed to end a letter with PS if you want to say something else? Nobody knows what PS means anyway. They should say instead, BTW, you know, by the way."

"Dude, VCR's are so outdated that even hobos don't have them anymore."

"Dude, I went to this guys house who's a dentist, so he is totally rich. He had the richest house that had no mess whatsoever. My mom would do crazy in there because our house is always a mess."

(BTW, the last comment was not from my son.)