Magpie
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My children were just telling me about the end-of-year "Dance-Off" competition at their school.
My 8th grade daughter, after gushing about some boy who could moonwalk amazingly well, commented that there was another boy who did an "Interpretive Dance".
My 7th grade son said something I couldn't hear, and my daughter rolled her eyes. "My brother doesn't think boys should do interpretive dance."
"He was wearing a ballet outfit," protested my son, sounding outraged. "And he was gliding all over the place!"
I fixed him with my best "Mom Glare". "Boys can do anything," I reminded him.
My son got sort of puckered look on his face, and I sighed. "Except give birth," I said.
"That's exactly what I was going to say!" said my son, delighted.
"I know." To my daughter, I said, "I hope everyone still supported this boy for being brave enough to get up on stage."
"Oh sure," she said. "A whole bunch of the girls even stood up and clapped. It was just a few boys who said he was gay, and they just sat there with their arms crossed, frowning."
"That wasn't you, I hope!" I said to my son.
"No," he said. "I clapped. But I don't like him. He talks with his voice all high, and he's not nice to people."
I reminded him that it's hard for some people to be nice, if most people are always being mean to them. And then I let it go.
But boy oh boy... this poor kid has got a long hard road ahead of him. He's only in grade seven - I can't imagine what it will be like for him when he gets to high school!
My 8th grade daughter, after gushing about some boy who could moonwalk amazingly well, commented that there was another boy who did an "Interpretive Dance".
My 7th grade son said something I couldn't hear, and my daughter rolled her eyes. "My brother doesn't think boys should do interpretive dance."
"He was wearing a ballet outfit," protested my son, sounding outraged. "And he was gliding all over the place!"
I fixed him with my best "Mom Glare". "Boys can do anything," I reminded him.
My son got sort of puckered look on his face, and I sighed. "Except give birth," I said.
"That's exactly what I was going to say!" said my son, delighted.
"I know." To my daughter, I said, "I hope everyone still supported this boy for being brave enough to get up on stage."
"Oh sure," she said. "A whole bunch of the girls even stood up and clapped. It was just a few boys who said he was gay, and they just sat there with their arms crossed, frowning."
"That wasn't you, I hope!" I said to my son.
"No," he said. "I clapped. But I don't like him. He talks with his voice all high, and he's not nice to people."
I reminded him that it's hard for some people to be nice, if most people are always being mean to them. And then I let it go.
But boy oh boy... this poor kid has got a long hard road ahead of him. He's only in grade seven - I can't imagine what it will be like for him when he gets to high school!




