hairy chests

today i picked lbj up from school with two friends.  we moved out of our old neighborhood, so "playdates" need to be arranged.  luckily, we happened to arrange one yesterday.  

i let lbj skip chess today (!) so he could play with some of his old friends.  

while we were in the car driving back to the house, i was listening to these three boys in the backseat and it made me smile.  sometimes i feel like time is moving too fast, and im having conversations i didnt think i was ready to have.  and i think that in general kids are just growing up faster than when i was a kid.  (maybe thats true. maybe its not)

but today ... they were just little kids. laughing so hard i thought my stomach hurt for them.  they were saying that old line: 

"first is the worst, second is the best, third is the one with the hairy, hairy chest!" 

they pointed at each other and laughed as they said it.  and "hairy chest" starts talking about how hes a man because he has a hairy, hairy chest.  when "first the worst" says something about his hairy chest, the kid adamantly replies "its hairy, HAIRY"  ... c'mon don't forget that second hairy, it obviously means something. 

i was anticipating some kind of hurt feelings from "first the worst", but none were had.  they were just so delightfully laughing at hairy chests that nothing else mattered.  who cares what xbox game we are playing.  who cares how long it takes to get to lbjs house from the old neighborhood.  who cares...

its a good day when all that matters, is how awesome your hairy chest is.