Puppy Love

A few weeks ago, my thirteen year old sister approached me with a coy expression on her face and excitement in her voice, and said to me, "Marly, I have a boyfriend!" " Oh really," I replied, "well, what exactly does that mean?". "Well" she explains giddily, "we talk on the phone, he waits for me between classes, and we go to the movies on the weekends... that's about it."

A week later she returns and says, "Marly, I broke up with my boyfriend." "Why?" I asked her. "He failed his math test," she replied.

Remember the days when love and relationships were easy?