Stefan is getting ready for the science fair on Tuesday and since he couldn’t make good use of the pie we’ve had in our garage since Thanksgiving(we put it on a shelf to cool and completely forgot about it–pumpkin, yummy!) he is doing project on angle/ velocity/distance.
I’ve been giving Ben little dating tips all week: “Be sure to open the door.” “Be polite.” “Don’t touch her anywhere a soccer uniform would cover.” etc. His favorite tidbit is dating lore from my days of youth: if you go through seven green lights in a row you’ll get kissed at the end of the date.
Ben was worried Ms dad might launch an interrogation but he didn’t even catch sight of him. Our good friend invites all of his daughters’ dates into his elegant, masculine office with a large rifle mounted above his desk. He hands the eager young man a large shotgun shell and asks him to sign it; each boy signs it with a flourish. Then he says, “Good, you’ve got my daughter for the evening and I’ve got a bullet with your name on it. Have fun!”
We’re anti-gun at our house but it might be worth getting a non-functioning firearm just so we can pull this stunt when our Mary starts dating.
They had a great time. Benj said Taylor would turn around and grin at him every few minutes silently exclaiming, “We’re out on a date; we’re really out on a date!” And the good news is they went through 8 green lights in a row.
A few more of Miss Grace: