Showing posts with label High Point. Show all posts
Showing posts with label High Point. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Hand Job High Point

I was just publishing comments and I smiled when I read that Jane's son felt comfortable telling her about the changes in his body. It made me think of a story my friend E just told me about his 15 year old daughter. I have blogged about E before. I can remember if I gave him a nickname. I just did a quick search and I could find it. I try to make this easy for when the blog is made into a movie for the continuity folks...

E is a guy I work with. We also worked together at a previous job. He is one of the good guys. He is married to K and they have 2 daughters. K will laughingly say that P will often tell her too much. I remember saying to E "that's a good thing that P feels comfortable talking to you guys."

A couple of weeks ago P came home very upset and let her Mom know that a boy from school asked her to meet him a the park later to "give him a handjob." Yes people, a HANDJOB at 15! P told K and E the story. E was calm (but boiling inside) and let P know that he was going to call the little boy's (yes, a 15 year old is a little boy) father. P cried and begged them not to say anything. E and K let P know they had to intervene.

E talked with the Handjob Requester's™ father. He was calm as he recounted the details. Handjob Requester's™ Father (I just gave him a capital "F") was mortified and said that was his son's behavior was unacceptable and assured E that the appropriate action would be taken.

Word spread at school. E became known as a type of Super Hero. P came home from school saying that all her friends were saying things like, "your Dad is so cool." and  "I wish my Dad would stick up for me like that."

That story is a High Point!

Monday, October 18, 2010

What's Your High Point?

I stopped at my niece's house on the way back from Fort Lauderdale today. Her husband and older son were out--it was just me, Jackie and her 3 year old Max. We were talking and laughing as we ate fish tacos. Max looked at me and said in his cute little voice, "What was your high point?" I looked at Jackie and she explained that they discuss their "high points" at dinner every night. I had a job interview today and I told Max how my high point was talking to a lady about a new job. He wanted to know if I did "indoor or outdoor work". There's a story there--the last time I saw Max I asked about school. He had just started preschool a couple of days a week. He exclaimed, "it is awesome!". I asked, "what do you do at school Max?" He replied, "I do indoor work and outdoor work." Apparently the teacher defines play as work and they do it inside or outside. I recall a child development concept we had engrained in our brains for pediatrics--"Play is the Work of the Child."

Max looked at me kind of confused when I tried to explain my job interview. I asked if I could change my high point. He said yes. I told him my high point was seeing him and getting his and his brother's new school pictures to take home.  He beamed.

So I ask you--What's your High Point?