Oh no he didn't!
Oh dear, God, it's happened. You know it might someday but nothing ever prepares you for it, even when all the signs are there like flashing neon signs pointing the way to a bathroom in Vegas. (Oh okay, I've never been to Vegas, but that's what I imagine.) And all you can do at this point is hold him up in hope.
Well, okay, I could have screamend and yelled and told him in no uncertain terms that he's too damned young to be asking girls out on dates. Or I could have done that sans the screaming and yelling. Or I could have not given him advice on how to talk to her or what to do on said date. But that really would just tick him off and remove any influence I might have over keeping it simple and innocent. Which when I play confidant mommy as opposed to helicopter mommy , is considerable.
Yes, you are reading that right. My cute little imp who once chased pigeons on the playground yelling "Come back, cickens!" has a date. As in a DATE. With a girl. And she isn't even his favorite babysitter, or the cute music teacher, or, or....just another 7th grader who likes manga too.
Pleh. I'm too young for this crap.