My lovely oldest never had a boyfriend through high school. Off she went to Hillsdale College ( for a fine great books education I might add ) where within three days she called me to say she had found a guy. When they came to visit us some months later, I thought it would be fun to take “that boy” and my daughters to the shooting range as a fun activity.
Apparently it wasn’t so much fun.
My oldest informed me later on the way back “that boy” looked at her and said in an anxious voice, “He was trying so send me a message!”
They sprinted up the court, the packed gym loud and raucous as the crosstown South team squared off against our little Lutheran inner city team. So loud you could barely hear yourself think, South boasted ten times our students and filled our small gym with loud energetic supporters of their girls basketball team. Read the rest of this entry »