No, not that squishy bundle.
The other one.
The one that really needs a haircut.
The quietest and most frequently overlooked.
Because, hell-oh-oh, when was the last time you sat in a room with three girls?
If you even wink at him he blushes.
Sometimes if I really flatter him he dashes behind the couch so he can smile without me seeing.
Therefore, in a great effort to change from the All-Pearl-and-Pixie-All-the-Time station, I have an antidote.
I got The Pirate a new church shirt.
He was super excited. It looks kind of grown-upey.
"Yea!" he said.
Yea? Really? (Oh you poor, poor, ignored boy.)
"Yeah, I can take this on my meetings."
You have meetings now?
"You know, like when I go home teaching with dad."