So You’re Telling Me There’s a Chance.

So You’re Telling Me There’s a Chance.

My oldest son came home for Spring Break.

He brought his darling friend. A girl.

For the first part of their visit, a bunch of kids met up in the North Georgia mountains to camp.

It was FREEZING — people.

Cute girlfriend was very cold but stayed. Though she said if she had her car, cute girlfriend would have high-tailed it out of the mountains.

Flash forward to their first afternoon back here after the frozen camping experience.

My 9-year-old son is very enamored with cute girlfriend.  So when a moment arose that they were alone, he took his chance.

“Do you hate Jake?” he asked. “Are you going to break up?”

“I don’t know, Joe,” she said with a straight face.

Joe got a big smile on his his.

“So you’re saying you’re available?”

Do you have a little Casanova living under your roof?