Yes, boys are goofballs...

My youngest daughter is at a friend's house, just two doors down, with six other tween girls getting ready to attend her first school dance.

It's her first girl/boy dance and she's excited.

In a few minutes, she will come home so I can do her hair for the event. 

While she's here I need to find a minute to talk to my daughter about the boys who are going to be at tonight's dance.

My youngest has grown up watching High School Musical and more recently, a few episodes of Glee so I feel like I should warn her that the tween boys she is going to meet tonight might not behave exactly like the boys she's been watching on TV.

There will probably be no young boys asking her to dance or gazing into her eyes to tell she is beautiful tonight. (But, they should because she IS beautiful).

What I really need to tell my girl is that most, okay, ALL of the boys she meets at tonight’s dance will probably be um, goofballs. 

Nice boys, yes, but at twelve and thirteen years old?

They'll be goofballs.

The boys will probably stand on one side of the gym, throw things at each other, and not even pay attention to the girls.

Honestly, my daughter needs to not even really consider a boy to be a BOY until she’s almost eighteen because until then, in my experience, they’re all goofballs.

Actually, some guys are goofballs for a good long time after they're eighteen too.

But, because my daughter is almost thirteen?

I'm pretty sure she's not going to hear a word I say on the subject.

Sigh.