The telephone was ringing off the hook on Friday evening.
Almost every hour!
Apparently, it was A.R's classmate; he needed help with his Nintendo game.
Mr.O and I are used to quiet and uneventful evenings. Usually, the boys are reading, playing games and listening to music.
We are not accustomed to being inundated with phone calls - especially directed to our eldest son.
Mr. O was flabbergasted. I was amused.
You begin to wonder, what's next? Facebook? School dances? Girls?
A friend of mine poked fun at me, and said I was raising a "heart-throb". I laughed at the notion, it was ridiculous. Not my boy!
Is this a sign of things to come?
Welcome to the life of a tween.