She blinded me with science

We always listen to "Delilah" on the radio coming home from Jesse's horse riding practices. She has taken a liking to the cheese ball stories that the listeners call-in with. Most of the time I personally have to hold back the tears. I'm not joking. I'm a wimp. It's funny because I never used to be able to cry at any movie or Hallmark commercial. Nowadays I get that familiar lump in my throat at the mere mention of a love story.

During her show each evening, Delilah does endorsements. Tonight she mentioned that Match.com is the perfect place to meet that special someone. It's "scientific" survey must be good because it's even patented. Duh. Of course they patented it. Everyone puts a patent on things that could potentially earn them millions of dollars.

Jesse then asks me, "Can I go there?"

"Where?"

"To Match.com."

"No, it's for adults."

Somebody kill me now before she has her first boyfriend.

Maybe it's just me being a mom, but isn't nine years old a little early to be worrying about boyfriends? She has been preoccupied with it lately. I guess it doesn't help that one of her best friends has a boyfriend. I realize that it's just one of those innocent "we're going together" things. Where maybe you hold hands (ewww cooties) or maybe you just manipulate the boy into doing whatever you want to do on the playground. But still. Nine years old? I was lucky enough to get past my fear of the opposite sex my senior year of high school. My libido forced me to. I certainly was not thinking about doing anything with any boy in the Fourth grade. Not only did they have cooties, but they didn't want to play hopscotch or double dutch jump rope.

In other news, we have an official artist in the family. She received not one, but two awards for a painting that her art teacher entered into a contest. Over 30 schools were involved. Guess who won the Best of Show? Ok, enough bragging for now. Carry on.