Ahh, the good ole days...

Was outside this afternoon playing football, basketball and baseball with The Playmaker.  It was warm and he was sans shirt.  Two girls from his class road their bikes by and called his name.  Embarrassed, he said quietly, "Hi" and then went back to his workout.  For the next 30 minutes they rode by over and over again, calling his name each and every time.

The longer it went the more disgusted he got.  He clearly didn't want the female attention.

We didn't have the stones to tell him to enjoy it while he can.  That there will come a day when the only female who pays attention to him will be his wife.

It's called getting old.