sugar and spice and everything nice

My oldest son is on the phone right now.  With a girl.  The same girl who made Ben a "get well card" last week and left it on our doorstep after he missed a day of school.  The same girl who has now called our house three days in a row.  The same girl who lives across the street and ended up coming over last night.  The same girl who elicited high-pitched screams from Ben and his bestfriend, Nathan, when she called last night and after being told that Ben couldn't come to her house but accepting his offer for her to come hang out with Ben and Nathan at our house.  The same little girl who ended up having dinner with us last night and asked Ben to walk her home because it was dark.  The same little girl who evidently started singing "Ben and Abigail (that is her) sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g." (what??!!). The same little girl whose mom texted me later last night and said that Abby had yelled at her upon getting home that she "had ruined everything.  Ben was totally going to hug me goodnight but you scared him away" because her mom met them in the driveway.  I did tell Ben this morning about that text and Ben made a face and said "What?  I wasn't going to hug her.  She's crazy."  That's my boy.