Middle-Schoolers Like To Hit On My Husband

A couple weeks back I chaperoned a mini fieldtrip/activity for a club that students can join at the middle school. The activity for January was a little tubing up at Brian Head Resort. Originally, another teacher was going to come with me but had last minute scheduling conflicts. Guess who was suckered into coming with me instead?

This guy...

(His face a mere 15 minutes after riding the bus with 35 screaming middle schoolers)

There have been a few times when Dillon has been really awesome and helped me with school stuff. And it is hilarious! Let me tell you why:

-One particular time he came to pick me up for lunch and the following took place:
        Girl Student: Mrs.Thatcher, is that a high school aide?
        Me: Nope. That's my husband.
        Girl Student: Oh! Ashley said he was an aide....(followed by blushing, awkward
        walking away, and not-so-subtle giggling)

-Last spring he helped judge our Physics Fair and ALL . DAY. LONG .
       Girl Student #1: Mrs. Thatcher who is that? He's cute! (giggle)
       Girl Student #2: Mrs. Thatcher does he go to the high school? (giggle)
       Girl Student #3: Mrs. Thatcher he's hot! Who is he? (giggle)
       So on and so forth.

-Earlier this year:
       Boy Student: Mrs. Thatcher is that your son?
       Me: Nope. That's my husband.
(While this has nothing to do with flirting and really could have been insulting to both me and Dillon, it mostly just gave us a good belly-laugh. These kids genuinely have no concept of age.)

This particular trip was no different. As soon as we hopped on the bus...
        Girl Student: Mrs. Thatcher, who is that? (Bellowed from the back of the bus)
        Me: My husband.
        Girl Student: What's your husband's name?
        Me: Dillon
        Girl Student: Dillon, your really cute!! (giggle, giggle)
        Dillon: Thank...you...???

Before the activity I tried to convince Dillon to let me tell the students that he was in fact a high school aide...and then go on to hold his hand and snuggle with him on the bus. He put the kibosh on that idea. Spoil sport.

What can I say? My baby-faced husband is one good-looking dude. And every 12-14 year old girl in Cedar City agrees.