That's so cute, I just puked in my mouth a little

I was originally going to post about this last week, but then with grandma's health issues it didn't seem appropriate and I kind of forgot about it. Grandma is doing better now though and she's improving. I'm realistic that at 92, things can change very suddenly for her - however - she's so stubborn she's not going without a fight. She may be down right now, but she's not out. Not yet.

Anyways - I'm one of those people who isn't always into those cutesy sort of things. Not my style. In fact, when a friend of mine was gushing about her new boyfriend the other day I responded with "That's so cute, I just puked in my mouth a little." I sure am classy aren't I?

However, last Thursday afternoon I had my own little cutesy moment with the boy. I had spent lunch time and considerably longer than lunchtime in his staff room eating and doing work. But ultimately I was procrastinating because I had to go to the pool and confront one of my staff about some stuff. This staff also happens to be significantly older than myself and is also a very tall/big male. I'm not easily intimidated, however, I also know how quickly someone can flip their personality when you're calling them out on something. Even if it had been some 16 year old stick-thin girl I wouldn't have wanted to.

Anyways, the boy knew I was procrastinating about this and was joking and telling me to remember my crisis prevention training and saying that his camp had a first aid kit with them. My response - "It's not going to be me that needs the first aid kit. I'll be running from the cops." "Well my house is across the street and my brother is home, you can hide out there."

Ultimately I did start to leave to go deal with this. He walks me out to the parking lot, I dump my stuff in my car and off I go. It went...about as expected, but in the end I'm the boss and it was a message delivered from my boss as well.

Anyways, I then had someone meeting me to pick up some payroll stuff so I was going to be awkwardly standing in the parking lot beside my car. So I called the boy and told him that if his kids looked out and saw some random standing there it was probably me. "Well...someone will be watching you" is his response with laughter. "Oh so I'll see a ball cap peeking out over the window ledge?" "No - my hat's in my car." "So...I'll see a forehead?" As I got closer I realize he's actually in the classroom that faces the lot and we both turn and wave - still on our phones. We continue talking on our phones as we're looking at each other across the lot/through the window. He then wanted to show me the craft he was testing out so I walk over and we continue talking on our phones...and we're like 5 feet away from each other.

Neither of us really seemed to clue in that we could open the window at this point. This continues until I go "Does this window open?" It did. We laughed and high fived through said window. And continued talking, with him doing his craft. We only stopped when reality called - as in I started getting phone calls and it interrupted us and he realized he had to go back to his camp.

It was a nice shared moment though.