Justis might be going on a date this weekend. A DATE! With a girl.

There’s this girl that he’s kind of had his eye on at school. And at last week’s school dance he asked her if she’d “go out” with him.

Lee goes, “What does that mean? ‘Go out?’”

I said, “It means they hold hands in the hallway and stuff.”

Lee must have gotten a funny look on his face because Justis said, “Yeah, we can hold hands. We just can’t hug.” HUG?!? I don’t want to hear about hugging. But, whew, thank God the school has a no hugging policy.

Then tonight Justis called her. The girl. His girlfriend. And he asked her if she wanted to go to a movie this weekend. She’s going to see what movies are playing and they will plan it all out later.

When he told me this I tried to play it all off like I was this totally hip, cool mom. Oh a date. That’s sweet. When really I was thinking, “Holy shit. A date.”

I remember when Justis could sleep sideways on my daybed. I remember changing his diapers. I remember helping him drink from his sippy cup. That all seems like yesterday. And today he wants to go on a date. It just doesn’t seem possible.

There better not be any kissing on this date. Do you think he’d notice if I slipped in to the theater all incognito with a big heavy jacket and sunglasses? I could sit a few rows back and throw popcorn at him if he gets to close to his date. I don’t think he’d mind.

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