His first crush
My son never has a problem finding a pretty girl. They chase him and he loves it. He's five and such a little ladies man.
Today, was his first day of Kindergarten. I'm really proud of myself for not bawling my eyes out, like some moms were. My little guy is so confident and ready to start school. It made it easier for me.
This afternoon when I picked him up, I asked the usual questions to inquire about his day. Open-ended questions that led to conversation instead of yes or no questions.
Me: "What did you do on the playground today?"
Little T: "Chased girls..." (with a smile) "I looooove to chase girls!"
Me: "Any in particular? How about the girl who sits next to you? Ashlee?"
Little T: "Ooooo. She's so pretty mom. I don't want to come home. I just wanna be with her right now!"
Me: (eyebrows up) "Really?"
Little T: "Oh yeah, I can't wait to go back tomorrow to see her. She's just so pretty, Mom."
And he continued, "And she grabbed me when we left to hold on to me. She grabbed my arm, and my backpack and my legs!"
Me: (thinking they all had to hold hands on the way out to the pick-up line)
"So, did everyone hold hands to walk out to carpool?"
Little T: "Oh no. She just grabbed me and it was so much it gave me an owie! She hurt me! But she's so pretty."
Oh man...I'm already in the midst of puppy love at five years old. What's it gonna be like when he's seventeeen?
"Mom, she hurt me...but it's okay cuz she's sooooo pretty?"
Am I in trouble or what?
Today, was his first day of Kindergarten. I'm really proud of myself for not bawling my eyes out, like some moms were. My little guy is so confident and ready to start school. It made it easier for me.
This afternoon when I picked him up, I asked the usual questions to inquire about his day. Open-ended questions that led to conversation instead of yes or no questions.
Me: "What did you do on the playground today?"
Little T: "Chased girls..." (with a smile) "I looooove to chase girls!"
Me: "Any in particular? How about the girl who sits next to you? Ashlee?"
Little T: "Ooooo. She's so pretty mom. I don't want to come home. I just wanna be with her right now!"
Me: (eyebrows up) "Really?"
Little T: "Oh yeah, I can't wait to go back tomorrow to see her. She's just so pretty, Mom."
And he continued, "And she grabbed me when we left to hold on to me. She grabbed my arm, and my backpack and my legs!"
Me: (thinking they all had to hold hands on the way out to the pick-up line)
"So, did everyone hold hands to walk out to carpool?"
Little T: "Oh no. She just grabbed me and it was so much it gave me an owie! She hurt me! But she's so pretty."
Oh man...I'm already in the midst of puppy love at five years old. What's it gonna be like when he's seventeeen?
"Mom, she hurt me...but it's okay cuz she's sooooo pretty?"
Am I in trouble or what?
Comments
Ah!
It's jut adorable how he keeps on saying she is so pretty :)