image so, tonight i'm studying vocab with peace for a quiz tomorrow. he comes to the word "coquette", and i ask, "peace, who's the flirtiest girl you know to help you remember the definition of this word?"
peace replies after some thought, "mom, I don't know any girls like that."
i internally grin, because he's not so cognizant of the feminine gender besides the ones he considers friends. i've been told by a few sweet older girls that he's so very obviously crush material, but i have my doubts. he does not try in any way to impress anyone. i'm red-faced to say it, and i socially die a little each time he does it; peace still makes a mourning dove bird calls with cupped hands when he's walking in public.
after another pause peace continued our conversation, "well, there is the peace fan club..."
"what?? what fan club? you have a fan club?"
"uh huh," he mutters.
i grill him with my eyes squinting and wagging my pointer finger, "come on. you are joking me,"
"no, i'm not. in honors physics there is a group of girls who call themselves peace's fan club," he defends himself.
get out! it could be some tortuous mean girl joke, which fortunately he'll totally miss, or peace has something girls like: a scientific mind.
we'll just see won't we?
maybe i should start sniffin' his backpack for perfume.