The Horror! The Horror!
Oh! The Humanity!
I have come across something more frightening than anthrax. More fear inducing than war. It's something that makes me cower in a corner, longing for the days of yore.
Natalie has a boyfriend.
Yes, folks, my eleven year old daughter came home from school today and announced her foray into the dating world. How an eleven year old perceives the idea of a boyfriend, I've yet to find out. She only talks about in hushed tones to her friends on the telephone. From what I could make out, it has something to do with sitting together at lunch and a lot of phone calls. And apparently, the other "couples" in her grade spend a lot of time breaking up and getting back together. With boyfriends come trauma, tears, heartache, secrets and lots of little notes crumbled up in the bottom of a backpack.
She was intolerable before this Bryan kid decided he wanted to attach himself to her. I am doomed. Doomed.