Ten going on twenty-six

My son and I had a conversation in the car yesterday about starting a new school in the fall. Here is an excerpt from said conversation. You know, not the part about academic structure and education and learning, but... rather... the important part.
About girls.


me: so, are you excited to start your new school in August?
my son: Yeah. I hope there are some hot girls there.

me: *pause* *pause*
::thinks to self- girls have cooties until they are about 26, dont they??::

my son: Too bad Gabbi doesn't go to [insert school name here]
me: You know, this is a smaller school than what you're used to. Have you asked *Logan about whether there are hot girls who go there?
my son: Yeah. I asked him. He said there were a few, but that there were going to be a lot more this next year.
me: Why would that be so?
my son: ::he says nodding with a sly grin on his face:: It's called fifth grade.

*Logan is his friend who has attended this school for a few years now

Thank goodness, my daughter is still pretty sure that boys are gross.
And they are. Gross. If girls have cooties until they are 26... boys are gross until they are like 81.

what to do??? what to do???

In one corner, we have Hell's Kitchen.

In another corner, we have Wife Swap with a Pagan family, which is totally up my alley being that I am a wee bit Pagan and all... but even I must say, they're a smidge..... peculiar.

And a third corner, we have my new girl crush... Victoria Beckham.

So many choices..... whatever shall I do???

Fucking damn it.... I wish we have TiVo or whatever. This is EXACTLY why TiVo is needed. I feel like every time I miss a beat of any of these shows... a part of me dies a little.