Okay, It's Daddy's Turn!!!!!

My husband used to joke about how our first-born was a Mama's boy for the first couple of years of his life. It left such a huge impression, that my husband was fully prepared to step aside when the triplets arrived. Lucky for me, my trio just didn't have the chance to be Mama's little babies (they demanded each of us equally and at different times!)

Yesterday, however, it happened. That one tiny spark of an event that signals that my little boy isn't very little anymore. Let me start from the beginning so you have the full story.

Last year, in October, the Physical Education Department at my son's school held a fund-raiser. It involved the parents sending bagged candy so that they could see "Boo-bags" for the students to send each other to celebrate Halloween. Bregon of course was a more than willing participant because if he brought enough candy, he could obtain that prized pass that would get you out of dressing out for a day.

Then it happened, the unthinkable... The B00-bags were passed out and Bregon received one that couldn't be accounted for. It was signed "Secret Admirer." It drove him crazy trying to figure out who had sent it. He must have talked to more girls trying to find out if anyone knew who it was. This quest took up nearly the entire year, too.

Then he thought he had her figured out. The blushing confirmed it. He finally knew. I had told him that once he had it figured out, he should probably ask her to one of the school dances. His response was negative of course as he was a BOY and not quite ready for that just yet.

Fast-forward to this school year and apparently he had taken the entire summer to plot and plan and get over any fears and trepidations that he may have had.

The first day of school, he had run into this pretty little girl. She didn't recognize him at first. After all, he had just cut off his signature very long and shaggy, cool hair and now had glasses. He had hopes that he no longer looked like the new Charlie from "Willie Wonka" as the little girls had all said, and that he must look more like the new "Dr. Who" instead.

He reported that when he took his glasses off, she finally recognized him and blushed. Lucky for him he is only a tiny bit near-sighted or he might have missed it! I don't know if it was the Boo-bag or the blushies that did it, but when he got home after that first day, he had made up his mind.

He was going to finally take the plunge and ask her to the first school dance. He told me all about it mixed in with the reports of who all his teachers are, how much money he needed for class-fees and how the lunch lady didn't need any lunch money from him this year because of last year. He somehow snuck in the news apparently thinking he was being subtle.

Of course the Mommy Warning Bells went off!!!! Uh-oh. It's time for his Daddy to step in and take over. Bregon's report of the second day of school revealed that he had actually approached this pretty little girl, asked her, they actually had discussed it, and have come to the conclusion that they will be attending the first school dance together.

I am not sure at what point it happened, but my little boy has grown up a bit somewhere in between juggling babies and transformers and video games. And it all started with that secret admirer Boo-bag. I suppose the time has come for me to relinquish my Mama's Little Man and hand him over into the capable hands of his Daddy. Boy is Bregon going to kill me for telling you guys all of this!