Carline. Waiting. And waiting. Joseph has a tendency to be late. I don’t know if his teacher really let’s him out late or he’s a dawdler. But then again she let’s them out one by one and his last name begins with “W.”
Now, he’s messing with some other kid. I holler out the window, “Come on JoJo!”
And the earth stopped spinning on it’s axis there at Small Town Elementary. I could see the flush creep up Joseph’s neck, and over his face.
“ooooOOOOooooo JOJO! What sweeeEEEeeeet nickname, JOJO!”
Joseph yells at me, “Do.Not.Call.Me.JOJO?!” He should have had a WTF? cartoon balloon over his head as well.
He got in the truck. He immediately started to roll up the window to block out the taunting. I made him put his seatbelt on first.
On the way home I told him, “I’m sorry. I didn’t know that JoJo was off limits in front of your friends. Totally my bad.”
“OK.”
He’s 8. Does this mean he’s a Tween now?
By the way – I thoroughly enjoyed embarrassing him. Does that part get better too?
I have an 8 year old niece, and I’ve learned that my nickname for her (Tigger) is a no-no in front of friends but still a good thing when it’s only family.
Tween.
Made me laugh!
And the enjoyment never gets old.