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This evening I checked the messages on the answering machine.  The first two-unimportant, deleted.  The next one was from a young lady calling for my EIGHT-YEAR-OLD SON!  She then called back a bit later, giggling, quickly saying she called earlier.

He called her back.  I think he was slightly nervous initially as he couldn’t dial the phone properly.  I dialed it for him and then he patiently waited as it rang and rang.  He left a message for her, a very proper message, made his dad and me proud, I must say.

A few seconds later the phone rings.  I answer it and it’s the young lady.  She asks for him and soon he’s on his first phone call with a girl.  They talked for about ten minutes.  He was very considerate, quite the conversationalist.  He was laughing.  They compared siblings.  At one point, he said he would bring his fossils over (when they have their play-date).  I whispered to my hubby, “he sounds like Ross Geller.”

Oh, and so it has begun.  The first of many phone calls.  At least this one didn’t end with a break-up.  This one was easy, other than breaking my heart just a wee bit.  He’s growing up way faster than I want him to grow up.

The six-year-old asked when girls would call him.  Soon, I said.  Soon.