Teen Idol

I teach elementary age girls.  Therefore, I get daily updates as to what Zac Efron, Robert Patinson, The Jonas Brothers, and Taylor Lautner are doing with their lives.  I've never seen quite an obsession.

One little (and I do mean little) girl had a particularly medieval crush on Zac Efron.  One day at recess, a group of these love-smitten teeny-boppers are discussing their love interests WAY too closely to where I'm stationed with an aide to watch over them.  The topic for the day is: 6 packs.

Another of the little girls mentioned how hot (which is strange when coming from an eight year old girl) somebody's six pack was. 

The little girl mentioned above got a star crossed look in her eyes.  "Oh, I love those."  Then that look was replaced by one of confusion.  She looks at me.  "Wait, does Zac Efron have a six-pack?" She asks me. 

I looked at her.  "You don't know what that is?"  She shook her head no. 

I won't even touch the fact that she had just commented that it was hot.  Mostly because I don't want to think about it.

"That's when you can see the muscles in someone's belly." I informed her. 

A glint appeared in her eye.  "Oh, that is SO hot." she whispered to herself.



And that's why, Your Honor, that I can never look at Zac Efron again.