And so it begins….

So the phone rings around 6:30 last night, just before we are heading out for a shamrock shake. I think nothing of it, someone answers it and it’s for Noah.

 

About 5 minutes later Noah comes up the stairs to announce that it was, “a bunch of girls at a birthday party” calling him. Apparently, he got asked by a girl if he liked her. What happened to the days of the friend asking for the friend?! He told the girl that he liked her only as a friend. Good answer, I thought. Connor claims he also heard Noah say, “calm down, clam down!” I guess there was Justin Beiber-type screaming going on.

 

Well, apparently the girls weren’t done with the conversation because the phone rang again. This time Noah wasn’t going to answer it, except Connor was standing there with the phone to hand to him. Noah answered it and told them not to call again. They didn’t.

 

And so it begins. Noah is in NO WAY ready for girls (poor things). He even told me his stomach dropped every time he thought about those phone calls. He barely drank his shake, and was in general sulky mood about it.

 

That unlisted phone number is looking better and better……