Last week my 13 year-old came home from school with the biggest smile we'd seen on his face in years. Apparently that day he had gathered up the nerve to ask a girl from his school "out" and to his delight she said "yes."
That was last week.
Yesterday I noticed he was acting a little down and for some reason it occurred to me to ask him about his girlfriend.
Me: "So, how's it going with your new sweetie?"
Him: "Um... we kinda broke up today."
Me: "Whoa - that's too bad."
(silence for awhile)
Me: "You ok?"
Him: "Yeah, I'm cool."
When my wife came home I told her about our talk.
Wife: "That's it? That was your entire conversation?"
Me: "Uh huh."
Wife: "So what happened? How did they break up? Who broke up with who? How's he doing? Is he hurt badly?"
Me: "He said he was fine."
Wife: "Oh for pete's sake, you men! Where is he? Where's my son?!!"
And with that my wife was gone. It seems I had failed to gather enough vital information to satisfy her maternal instinct to protect her child from all things brokenhearted.
An hour later she came down from his bedroom.
Me: "So how's he doing?"
Wife: "I think he's gonna be ok."
Funny - it took my wife one hour to find out what I found out in one minute.