Puppy Love

This may not look like a puppy to you, but I assure you it is, and it’s lovesick.

Charley was quite pleased with himself when he asked Jordan to the movies. (Never mind that she already has a boyfriend. That's him, Austin - the one in the blue shirt. Charley may not know it, but Austin is a class act all the way - lending his girlfriend to my son, so he can have a date too, and God, please rain favor on him for that.)

Here’s how Charley put it…

“I, me, Jordan, movies, eat, fun.”

And that’s what happened. Jordan picked him up in her car, and off to the movies they went.

According to Charley, he had a “GWEAT” time. The next morning he came out of his bedroom, and sat beside me on the couch. I could tell something was bothering him, but what?

“What’s up, Son?” I said.

“My bwoke is heart.”

“Your heart is broken?”

"Yeah."

“By who?”

 He looked at me, like you know who. Duh.

“What did she do to break your heart?”

He sighed a gut-wrenched lung clearing exasperated, well of a sigh.  

“I love her much, Mom,” he said.

“Who? Jordan?”

“Yeah, I love her much.”

Then, he said, “I MAD!”

“Why? Didn’t you have fun?”

“Yes.”

“Then why are you mad?”

He looked at me kind of weepy.  “She bwought me home.”

Ruff.