Friday, October 03, 2008

 

Breaking News: I Like Kids After All!

So I'm at my girl Anita's baby shower (who is still looking more fly than the majority of women who are not even pregnant).  This dude walks in and heads straight in my direction.  He starts playing with my toes and proceeds to climb right into my lap.  Oh, I forgot to mention that he's fifteen months old.  Meet Tyler, pictured right.

I was truly shocked by the level of attention I received from this little cutie, because kids and I don't usually get along.  This may surprise people who know I've worked in schools my entire adult life.  But there's a distinction.  I love teenagers.  They are my favorite folks in the world.  Actually, any kid in double digits will do just fine.  But babies?  They're a different breed.  And frankly, they're a bit frightening.  However, friendly toddlers like Ty make me believe that I might be a secret fan of the little ones after all.

Still, teenagers remain my number one priority and they are definitely the most entertaining people on earth.  One of my freshmen arrived at school this morning in a pink shirt, tie, slacks, and pink and white dress shoes.  Why?  Not because he had a presentation for class.  Because he had a date after school.  He looked smooth seven hours in advance so that he wouldn't have to waste time going home to change clothes.  Where does this level of effort go when they become grown ups?  Thoughts?

Comments:
Honestly Rache, and this might just me being naive like always but I don't think their effort goes away when they age. I think what changes is the pressure.

Usually when men get older, they are supposed to meet higher standards and the pressure might be too much for most.

I don't excuse those who show up wearing XXXL t-shirts and diamond studded belts, but I think their nervousness overshadows their best judgment at times.

But those few that can be our diamonds in the rough sure do show us a good time ;)
 
your'e not naive. you're just still in college mode. i'd hope no guy my age would be rocking the xxxl t-shirt. effort looks different at different ages.

and what's up with the "rache?" you're not allowed to call me that until you get your degree. smooches!
 
Ok, I am stuck on the face that Anita is preggers. I have to email her ASAP!!!
 
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