So let me tell you an interesting thing about Garvey. He is a social butterfly. I’ve lived in my neighborhood for almost 7 years and while I exchange pleasantries with the locals, I’ve not developed any friendships or hardcore connections. Such is the average tendancy of most New Yorkers.

My son must have missed that memo because at 3.75 years of age, he is well known in out ‘hood.

Case in point:

I picked him up from his sitter today and he wanted to go to the park. We went in, I sat down and he walked around, looking intently. He came back to me and said, “Mommy, we can go. None of my friends are here.” When did that happen? He used to love going to the park but now, he only wants to go if his “friends” are there. Can he never have a crew?

We’re walking and an older boy, maybe 9 or 10, comes up to him and is like, “What up Lil G?!” and gives him a pound (dapz, fist bump). G replies, “Yo whats up?” and we keep walking. He says, “That’s my friend, Mommy!” Errr, ok.

Then he sees another little boy, maybe 5 or 6. He says, with a frown, “That’s Christian, Mommy”. I asked, “How do you know him?” He said, “Mommy, Christian was trying to fight me in the park. But I’m OK… I kicked him!” and he smiled really big. Errrr, what??

Why do I feel like my son is on his way to a gang initiation?