Yesterday a group of 4 giggling girls (I recognized them -- 7th graders) walked past our house. They stopped about two houses away, and kept looking back. I was on my way to the store and they kept looking at me as I drove past. Then they turned and went back in the direction of our house.
Were they stalking Ernest? We'll never know because he wasn't home.
Thank goodness he's not into that girl thing yet. He just got home from school and is perusing "The Dangerous Book for Boys," which just came from his grandfather. "This is a cool book," he said. But it doesn't seem that dangerous. There's no instructions for tennis ball cannons. (Ah, well, his grandpa already gave him another book that covers explody thingys.)
I have one question. Why is the companion book for girls only Daring? Maybe it covers How to Walk By a Boy's House Without Giggling.