Coming out of the shop just now, I noticed three kids sitting in a row on the brick bench outside, all wearing school uniform. There were two boys of about 12 or 13 and a very excitable girl, who I wouldn't have thought was much more than 10, maybe 11. They were sharing a bottle of one of those sweet yellow drinks - Tango, possibly, or Sprite? The girl seemed to be doing most of the drinking and possibly it was the yellow in the drink that had produced the wild look in her eye. Or maybe it was just a hot Friday afternoon at the end of a long school week.
Anyway, while I unlocked my bike, I overheard the three of them having this conversation:
First boy: Sinead is soooo ugly.
Girl: You asked her out, didn't you?
First boy: Yeah, and she said she'd go out with me, but then she wouldn't and she went out with Henry instead.
Girl: Yeah, and Sinead said she kissed Henry and then Henry kissed her, and Dimity said ...
Second boy, interrupting: No, no, that's not what happened. What happened was Sinead kissed Henry on the cheek and then Henry was like, 'WHAT WAS THAT?'
First boy: Sinead is soooo ugly.
We've come a long way, baby.
There's something radically wrong with that conversation. It's girls' goss. Boys should be punching each other's lights out, not indulging in this sissy stuff.
ReplyDeleteAnyway, I wouldn't kiss any girl with a name like Sinead. Ever. So there.
Well it was International Women's Day so the boys were just doing their bit. And as for Sinead, she says she wouldn't kiss you either (Dimity told me).
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