(M is our favorite babysitter.)
Me: "We can't stay out too late tonight because M's boyfriend is prom-bombing her room and her mom wants her to get home early enough so her boyfriend can see her reaction."
Drew: "What's prom-bombing?"
Me: "It's when a boy asks a girl to prom in a super creative way, like putting 'PROM?' on her bed in rose petals or candles or something."
Drew: "But if he's her boyfriend, shouldn't he just assume she's going to prom with him?"
Me: "It's romantic. It's a high school kid tradition thing."
Drew: "Ugh. But... they're... dating."
Me: "It's like proposing to a woman; you wouldn't do it in the parking lot of a jewelry store in Torrance, California; you take her to a beach or a mountain or any other of the many beautiful natural or architectural wonders of Southern California."
Drew: "Whatever. You said yes."
Me: "AFTER I told you to AT LEAST get out of the car."
(Edited 3/17 to add: he didn't actually get to prom-bomb her room until a couple of days ago. He put "PROM" and a heart on her ceiling with those little glow-in-the-dark stars. Pretty cute.)
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