Yesterday was the freshman BBQ, and today The Boy and I went to registration.
It went pretty well, but he was so easily distracted by the girls.
Especially the athletic girls.
A row of girls walked by, track team, one with sugar blonde hair, one with honey brown hair, and one with night black hair and they glanced at my son.
Instantly he stood at his full height, he had a delightful half grin for these girls, and when they passed, he turned to me and asked what kind of GPA he needed to join track.
I suppose there are stupider things he could do to get girls.