  The phone rings, 'Is Iain there? ' Its a girls voice...definatly a girls voice. I hand the phone to my 12 year old son, 'It's for you. ' and I turn back to the dishes in the sink. Pretending not to listen but with one ear tuned on the boy like a cat. 'Yeah......just eating lunch...pizza...sure...uh-hu...yeah...well, I gotta go.
See ya. Bye. ' He hangs up the phone and hands me his empty plate. 'So,'I ask; actually sounding causual, 'who was that? ' 'Just some girl. ' 'Does this girl have a name?
' He gives me the eye roll 'Its just some girl. I think her name is Georgia or something. I'm going bike riding with the guys! ' This last yelled as he launches himself out the front door. Just some girl. Can't remember her name.
Whew! Dodged the puberty bullet one more time. I sit and finish eating lunch with the five year old boy and his three year old sister as the two month old baby girl sleeps. Egad. 
