My wife was telling me today that our oldest daughter has boy problems.
That's just great, I thought.
"What's going on?" I asked.
"She has three boys who like her." Lois said.
Of course there would have to be three. Not just one, or two, but three. Why shouldn't I have to worry in 3s.
"One of the boys asked her for her phone number," Lo said, "An eighth grader."
Three seconds later:
"Did you hear what happened to your youngest daughter yesterday?" Lois asked.
"Uh...what?" I answered.
"An eighth grader asked her if he could be her boyfriend."
"Do you know what your daughter told him?"
"What?" I asked.
"They were standing out in front of the yard and she said, 'I don't know. Let's go inside and ask my dad if he thinks that's a good idea.' "
(YES! My sweet angel. Great answer.)