Well. Elf had an actual friend over all day Sunday. It was the weirdest thing. Apparently they have a lot in common because they have lockers RIGHT NEXT TO EACH OTHER. It's almost fated that they would be friends.
I went to pick him up and Elf and I saw that his subdivision is entirely Civil War-themed. Jackson, Stuart, McClellan, all those guys and many more as we're driving over. Elf's very favourite Civil War guy is Stonewall Jackson. We asked the friend what his was when he got into the car.
The answer we got was oh, he didn't wear regular pants but cargo pants because he needed some pockets. Also, he is getting "a bit wider" and needed more room.
Ha ha ha! Wellll, at least I thought that it was interesting that the streets were named for historical people...
"Mom," Elf chided. "If I were (friend), I would think you were being very rude right now. He's talking about his pants and you totally ignored that."
The whole afternoon went rather similarly. You could *sort of* see where this kid made the jump in conversation. And he fit right in because the conversation almost invariably popped back to Pokemon characters and related whatevers. Though there was a bit of an argument over Parcheesi. Actually, it wasn't the Parcheesi. It was over "may the best man win," and they all had a fight over who was the best. And whose foot was the biggest and smelliest.
I settled it. First off, feet off my table and all of my children who were in this "contest" are going to de-stinky-fy their feet sometime before bed. And I let them know none of them were men, so you can't be the best at something you're not.
I left for a bit but thennn I could hear them discussing who was the best preteen and trying to exclude poor little Emperor because Emperor is not a preteen, what with his being only ten. I hopped right back in there and settled it.
Um, "pre" means "before" so Emperor is just as much a preteen as you are. By the way, I am the best "post-teen," just so you know.
That shut them up! Well, not really. Elf made some whispered comments as I left the room about just go along with it because she's getting us Oreos and if we say something NOW...
Took him back home at the end of our visit. Elf INSISTED that he MUST see his friend's house. The friend took him on a tour and explained the linen closet in very great detail. Elf listened attentively and asked specific questions. Then they looked at the cabinets in the kitchen. Well, ok then. :)
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Preteen boys are like a completely different species. Seriously.
ReplyDelete(Glad he's found a buddy!)
Oh I so love the specific questions about the Linen press. Two boys, totally walking down the same path. :-)
ReplyDeleteBirds of a feather flock together. Ben has met up with kids he immediately got along with, and they all had a "label". Makes you wonder if they aren't just speaking on the same wavelength as "neurotypicals" are supposed to be doing,in a supposedly "superior" way compared to our kids.
ReplyDeleteI cannot believe you weren't more polite when it came to discussing his pants. He totally put himself out there for you and you just up and nothing. lol That is hilarious!
ReplyDeleteSo very glad he has made a friend and got to have him come over!!! That is so much fun! Can't wait until WE get to have a playdate!!!
Aha!
ReplyDeleteThe power of the Oreo.
I love it!
ReplyDeleteI love this post, thank you. Yay for Elf having a friend,
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