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Lessons in Love

In the good ol’ Derty Jerz I made some 5th grade friends. They were sweet little skateboard boys who were all about 10 -and-a-half and owned iPhones.  Isn’t that just adorable?

And just not necesarry…anywayssss….mustbenice.

They were all chirpin’ about the YMCA dance they were attending that night.

Ooooooooo, do you have dates?” I asked.

They started cracking up, apparently they all do except for one Playboy. I high-fived him and pointed out that now he could dance with allllll the ladies, no need to hold yourself down brother!

Amen!

Texas then asked the premature daters, “Did you get your dates flowers?”

They looked at us blankly. They didn’t laugh. They looked nervous. They knew they were about to learn something.

Adam reminded them they they would not be getting a kiss if they didn’t bring flowers, they replied with a loud, annoyed “EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.”

In that moment, I knew I liked these guys.

They were disasters. They were sweaty, tiny, dirty and grimey…the boys were in desperate need of a shower and a growth spurt. And now that I heard the “no flowers” news, they needed themselves a Mama.

I looked at the pack for a second and then formed them into a single file line and walked them directly to the florist department of the grocery store. During the walk I told them that they had to act like humans when we were in the store.

“Keep the giggling to a minimum, don’t yell, DO NOT TOUCH A SINGLE THING,” I said lovingly.

I showed them boquets of flowers that were $3 each. I explained that we could break down these boquets down and add some filler, greens and baby’s breath to make their dates mini-boquets. I had them pick two boquets to use.

2 gentlemen picked Pink and Green flowers.

2 gentlemen picked Red Carnations

I already know what you are thinking…dundundun….

I explained that different colors mean different things.

Pink = Caring/Friendship

Red= LOOOOOOVE

They stood by their choices, even after I made fun of them for the “declaration of love”  flowers.

As we stood in line (and as they tried so very, very hard to stay as human as possible) I could tell my “Love Flower” boys were uneasy about their decision. So I had to intervene…

This is an intervention.

“Guys, I was going to let the whole carnation thing slide, as you are 10 but…Carnations are an absolute no, no. And the red just creates a hot mess of carnation and love, two things you never want to combine.”

They nodded solmely and picked some beautiful yellow flowers.

I felt like I had already helped them.

So the florist whipped together four boquets for the price of $12.88. A small price for me to pay in the hopes of molding four young men into become flower giving gentlemen in the future.

As we headed through the automatic sliding doors of the grocery store I made the boys promise that they would NEVER EVER go on a date/dance with out bringing flowers.

They promised. And I made them pose for me.

 

 

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