**oh, for Pete's sake. I was just touched by the AOL poltergeist, and this is my second time doing this entry. Someone has apparently not discussed good touch/bad touch with it...**
Let's try this again. Ahem.
Yesterday afternoon, Ben and Ryan went along to pick up Nolan with the lady I carpool with.
At dinner last night, as I was feeding everyone, Nolan announced to me that they got a good look at his crush at that time.
"Oh, yeah? I bet Ben went up to talk to her."
Ben starts giggling and decides to play along: "Well, she looks like she can spell her name, that's a start..."
Nolan looks a little threatening, so Ben changes his tack: "She's pretty."
"She's too old for you," Nolan warns. "She's like two years older than you are."
"Cut it out, you guys," I intervene.
I look over at Ryan, who has been quiet during the entire exchange. He looks up at me, like he's thinking about what to say.
With a little, semi-dismissive wave of his hand, he says, "Eh, she's alright."
I had to leave the room because I was laughing. Like he's some authority on girls or something, that wave, "she's alright".
I mean, really. He's hardly been around the block.
Yet the change, I sense it coming. From fighting over who gets the controller next to fighting over "but I saw her first."
Umph. Wait'll they find out that passing non-neutral judgement on the girls their brother brings home is like waving a red flag.
Time to build the boxing ring.