from the mouths of babes →[More:]
Pulling some spring weeds out of one of my flower beds near the sidewalk, two girls that I would guess are 13-15 walk by talking to each other fast enough to make that Micro Machines guy envious.
I catch a few words as they are approaching but when they are about even with me, I hear bits and pieces of very very graphic sex talk.
And it just bothered me. They both looked like little kids to me. Not to mention the fact that there is a nearly thirty-year-old guy just a few feet from them and they seem completely oblivious to the fact which is just wrong for so many reasons.
All of the above tells me I am getting old. Ah, if I ever have kids I am going to be so so so so so overprotective.
"Honey, be still so the man can put the tracking chip in your neck."