It's a known fact that males and females communicate differently. The reality of this statement becomes more and more clear to me as the days go on.
Today Jeremy and Joshua were looking at Joshua's Facebook page and discussing his friend Josh's girlfriend. I was standing across the hall in the bathroom putting my make-up on. Ruth, ever fascinated by my morning ritual, was standing in the bathroom with me mesmerized by my reflection in the mirror, peppering me with questions. In the midst of her daily make-up quiz, we over-heard the guys talking.
"She looks older than 8th grade," Jeremy commented
"She's in 8th grade," came Joshua's reply.
I chimed in, "No, she looks like she's in 8th grade. I saw her pic on Facebook. Trust me, Ruth will look like that in 8th grade." Jeremy grimaced, not wanting to think of his baby girl all grown up.
"So, is she nice?" I asked Joshua
"Yeah, she's kinda quiet."
"I noticed on Facebook her friends aren't your friends. Does she hang with a good group?"
"Yeah, I know she's not part of my 'group' of friends"
"Yes, but is she a 'nice girl' even though she's not in your group?"
He stared at me with a non-comprehending blank expression on his face. "What do you mean?"
I said, "Well, your friends, so far, seem like a good bunch of kids. Is this girl in an equally nice bunch of kids? Or is she in a not-so-nice-group?"
He continued to look blank.
"I just wanted to know if you though this was an ok girl for your friend, Josh. Not you, the friend with whom you share a name and have been good friends for the last ten years."
"I know who you were talking about."
"Yes, I know you know which person. I want to know if his girlfriend is an "O.K. kind of girl" "
Joshua continued to look at me.
I turned to Ruth, "You know what I'm trying to ask, right?"
She smiled, knowing full well I was trying to find out if this was a girl I needed to warn the other-Joshua's mother about, or if this was going to be a nice safe Jr high, 2-week long relationship. You just don't know these days. "Here, you need to speak 'man.' Let me try to translate," Ruth said
"You speak 'man'?" I asked incredulously.
"Sure!"She walked across the hall and into his room and began to grunt like a caveman. Dropping her voice an octave, she continued to make neanderthal noises between words, "Is oogh Josh's ugh girlfriend ook ook ..." and I didn't hear the rest, because I was laughing too hard at her antics. Joshua doubled over holding his stomach laughing. "OOOHH! Yeah," he said once she was done. "She's a decent girl. You don't have to worry about it."
No, that's not true. I have a lot of other things to worry about now.
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