It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine...

I hate to be an alarmist, but say your good-byes and party on...because the world as we know it is coming to an end. Armaggedon you ask? No. 6-6-06? No. Worse than both of those things. It's because I have to utter these words...

Jimmer was right.

Kill me now. Just seriously, put me out of my misery. Because the brawl with Billy the Kid did go down, yesterday, on the playground. It wasn't planned, it just sort of happened. And it wasn't really a brawl. There were some punches, and some pushes, and then it was over. Owen didn't get punched or push and did no punching or pushing from all accounts I've received. Roger did and his mom called Billy the Kid's mom and she was shocked that her son was instigating all of this by calling the boys mother fucker's from the playground as they were passing by...which caused them all to jump the fence and face him down. For the love. What kind of idiot starts shouting at a group of 4-6 kids when you're essentially by yourself on the playground?

Anyway, it's over, Billy the Kid shouldn't be in that neighborhood anymore. He doesn't live there, he was just spending the night at a friend's. I'm sure his mother will no longer let him spend the night at that kid's house now that she knows he was roaming the neighborhood challenging kids to fights, dropping f-bombs and generally being nefarious.

On a more hilarious note, Alex was on the phone with a girl last night for 40 minutes. 40 MINUTES...on the phone...a boy who can't even have more than a cryptic conversation with his own father for a few minutes! Talked to a GIRL...on the PHONE. I tried not to harrass him too much about this, but this is good stuff people. He's going to her volleyball party on Saturday.

Backstory: I "leaked" it to a girl in Alex's class that if you want to get under Alex's skin, you should call him Eeyore. This sent that girl giggling to another girl and so on and so on. Some of you might think this was cruel. It absolutely was not. What resulted was the girls giggling about Alex on a daily basis, and calling him Eeyore in the hallway, and hugging him and printing pictures of Eeyore off the internet for him, and eventually, making a special trip to the mall to buy him an Eeyore doll. Oh yes, the girls love Alex. My boss says it's wrong of me to try and get my son laid in the 7th grade. Well, that, of course, is not my intent. But I will poke and prod and do little things to help him out of his shell a little bit. My work here is done.

It will be interesting for him to go to this party on Saturday, my anti-social 7th, now 8th grader. I wonder if Mackenzie, the hugging-Eeyore-buying girl will be there. She luuuuuuuurves Alex and showers him with way more attention than Alex is comfortable with, that's for sure. Talk about wanting to light yourself on fire. After graduation last week, Alex and I are walking to the car and he says..."I got like 7 hugs tonight from girls, 3 of which were from Mackenzie." First of all, who counts the number of hugs they get in an evening? My son really is overly analytical. Secondly...he can tell you who gave him each hug, and when. Third, Alex, seriously! This girl LIKES you likes you...she's not doing this to be cute or funny...she went to the mall, specifically to buy you an Eeyore stuffed animal. It's been a long time since I've been a 7th grade girl (no comments, Jimmer!), but I'm pretty sure she wants to "go with you" whatever that means these days. Just roll with it.