The other day Paco and I were talking at work. His wife told him that his niece(my cousin's daughter: age 13) told her she was no longer friends with a certain girl(his own daughter is sixth months younger). The conversation went like this:
"Oh My God, Heid. Katie is no longer friends with whaaa wuh whaaa wuh," he says, brow raised, somehwhat red faced.
"Why?" I say, eating raw almonds, crunch, crunch, crunch.
"Because she got fingered."
OMG. REE REE REE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"OMG. Ugh. Remember those days? That's ugh. Ack."
"I know, I know" he says, yammering, "I don't even want to look at this girl anymore!"
"You have so much to look forward to! I'm so glad Snowflake is a boy," I blurt, freaked and laughing.
"Heid, I don't even want to think about it."
Neither would I.
