A couple of days ago the children piled into the backseat of my Santa Fe and before the Boy one could even close his door the Girl one announced,
"BOY CHILD HAS A GIRLFRIEND!"
One sharp jab in the ribs later, the Boy child smiled and said,
"I can't deny it. It's true. I have a girlfriend".
My son. Age 10. Has a girlfriend.
So I asked him all the questions. What was her name? What does she look like? Is she nice? Is she in his class? What exactly does it mean to have a girlfriend in the fifth grade?
He explained to me that having a girlfriend meant you hold hands on the playground, at recess. No kissing though. He's not ready for anything like that. Oh, and he got a B in behavior because he was talking. (Shocking.)
I asked if she was pretty and he said, and I quote, "I think she is". But that's not why he likes her, he was quick to say. He likes her because, "She's so funny mom...just like you".
She's not as funny as me. I'm sure of that.
I'm also sure that in about fifteen years? I'm in serious, serious trouble.