Darius had himself a little date this afternoon with a sweet little girl from the neighborhood. They both have been on Mercy Street's Work Crew this summer and she invited him to the movies.
She invited him.
Ok, now, one thing that I've noticed and was confirmed by Mindy the other day is that most of the young ladies in this neighborhood are pretty aggressive when it comes to boys. There's the calling, the texting, and the texting and more texting. Then, they like to come over and see what other numbers are on the boys' phones. Like cats marking their territory.
We had several young pregnancies in the neighborhood already this year and there's a little girl around the corner with a child Sadie's age. He's 4. She's 16. She got pregnant at 11.
So, what's a hoodmama to do?
I knew I'd be giving these kiddos a ride to the movies this afternoon so, this morning I took my kids to the pool and got them really tired and hungry. Then, I fed them just enough lunch to tide them over, but to produce some general crankiness right around 4:30. Coincidence. I also picked up a friend of Graham's who we hadn't seen all summer for some added noise, and screaming and fighting with Kung Fu Panda toys from McDonald's.
Then, I loaded everyone up in my very dirty car, filled with crunched up cheese nips, and old Gatorade bottles, and picked up that precious little girl for her date. We had a twenty minute ride of chaos to the movies.
"Have a great time, ya'll!" Smiling and waving.
The look of horror on her face was priceless.
I know the sight and sound of my family can, for some, be birth control. I just may be learning to use it to my advantage.