Sonny Boy had his last choral concert last night at the middle school. (That, in and of itself, is quite an entertaining story.) On the way home, we were discussing "the one hot girl in the school who is really nice." I finally figured out who she was last night.
"You know honey, you can always talk to me about any girl."
Big time eye roll.
"I'm serious. That's what moms are for."
Even bigger eye roll. "I'll talk to Dad. Not you!"
"Honey, it's great you want to talk with dad, but if you ever need a female perspective, remember that I work with teenage girls. And I was a teenage girl one time."
"Mom - that was last century!"
Technically, he's right.