Today when I picked up the Little Man from school, he was outside in the playground with the rest of his class taking advantage of this wonderful weather we’ve been having. I collected all of his things from his cubby and went out to meet him. He was preoccupied but one of his little friends saw me and told him that his daddy was here. As usual, when he saw me, he came skipping over, “Daddy, daddy, daddy!”
I gave him a hug and he turned to his teacher and friends, “See you tomorrow!” he said, waving.
Just then, one of the girls from his class came running up and gave him a big hug. The Little Man reciprocated calmly. He’d hardly completed his embrace when another girl from his class run up to offer him a hug. The Little Man obliged her as well.
We headed out of school and as we crossed the parking lot, I said to him, “Who were those girls, buddy?”
And he waved his hand vaguely in the air and said with the slightest resignation, “Groupies.”
Before I’m flooded with comments asking if the Little Man really said that, let me say that he probably didn’t. What he actually said I couldn’t quite make out, but that’s what I heard and I’m reporting what I heard.
It’s still funny even if its not quite true.