Eleven is such a snotty age! I never did like it.... not since I was 11 anyway. Eleven could be the year that turns the fun parent into a true He-Parent. This week his good nature was taken advantage of by the evil that is 11 and he wasn't all that thrilled about it.

It all started at about 8:14am (ish). He-Parent and I embrace in a fit of passion in the hallway and I notice his shirt stinks! Blech! He has no sense of smell due to allergies, so I tell him it reeks. And every shirt he gives me to test-smell reeks. "Oh, you did laundry again!"- He-Parent always puts too much in the load and it never gets washed or dried  enough, so it reeks. I enjoy teasing him about it and did so that morning until he could find a fresh shirt.

So it's later on in the morning and I am driving to work and I get a call and I can see by the ID, it's the school. "Oh crap!" I think and answer the phone. It's She-Child and she needs a favor. Her BFF/project partner forgot her part of the project (the bird seed) so She-Child wanted to know if I could bring some in. I told her I was on my way to work but that I would call He-Parent since I knew he hadn't left for work yet. I call him and he's a swell guy so he says he'll bring it over.

He gets there and the first thing She-Child says to him is, "You made my pants reek!" .....I know, what a snot, right? Not, "Thanks for going out of your way to help me out..... and BTW you made my pants reek!", just pure ego. Me Me Me

I am blaming the age. Eleven is a terrible, egotistical age. She-Child is a sweet caring little chick, but she got  snagged by tweenagedom. As well, 11 year olds seem to get more ELEVEN when they are around other 11 yr olds. It's not a pleasant experience.

I've been told it doesn't get nicer until around ..... 27ish.

Oh Goody.