It's A Small World

My son has his first reciprocated crush and it’s very cute. She is a darling and polite little girl and her family invited my son over for dinner the other night.

When I picked him up from her house, I asked him how the evening went.

My son: “It was great! Her dad asked me what my last name was and when I told him, he asked if Mr. JW Rock Chick was my dad and when I said yes, he said he knew him!”

Me: “Really? That’s cool. How does he know Dad?”

My son: “He stole dad’s girlfriend or something.”

WHAT?

This better have happened a long time ago, because if Dad’s had a girlfriend in the last 17 years, there’s going to be an issue!

I have known my husband since 7th grade and know most of the people that he knows, including his past girlfriends. I asked my son what the his little crush’s last name was, but it meant zip to me.

I did, though, have an idea as to who the girlfriend was. I’ve heard the story many times.

When we got home, I told this story to my hubby. Based on the look on his face, I knew I was exactly right about who the stolen girlfriend and the thief were. No matter how much time passes, it’s hard to forgive and forget some things. I totally get that.

In an “oh yeah, I forgot” kind of thing, my son mentioned that the girl’s mother said she also knew Dad from high school....which more than likely meant that I knew her, too. You know, since we went to high school together and all.

This sudden burst of information left my husband and I both wondering if the “stolen girlfriend” was this little girl’s mother!

My son was on the computer instant messaging with her and I asked him to ask her what his mom’s name was.

As it turned out, she wasn’t the stolen girlfriend, but she was someone else that I did know! His mom was one of my choir people in high school!

It is a small world after all!

My son wanted to know if it was ok if he still liked this girl or if it was “too weird” now.

I told him it was ok, but don’t expect Dad to be inviting her dad over for a beer or anything.

Based on the look on hubby’s face, it’s pretty clear that time doesn’t heal all wounds. :)