My Funny Valentine
This morning after dropping Cebastian at school, Isabelle and I headed to her school. She was very talkative this morning.
“Mom, there’s a boy in the preschool class named Kenny,” she said.
“Oh really? What does he look like?
“Well…he has light hair and pretty eyes. He is adorable,” she giggled.
“Adorable? Really?” I smiled back in the rearview mirror.
“Yes, and he has amazing clothes.”
I began laughing. Amazing clothes? Come on, what five-year old thinks that way.
“I think I know Kenny. He is short right?” I replied.
“Yes, he’s a little fella.”
We both started giggling together.
“A little fella?”
“Yeah, he likes me but I don’t know. He’s too little,” she stared out the window.
“Oh, you like taller boys?”
“There’s Connor and Sam. They are my friends.”
“They should be only friends because you are too young to have a boyfriend.” I couldn’t help but have the mother come out of me.
“Connor and Sam can’t play together, especially when I’m around.”
“Why? I know they fight a lot, but why when you are around?”
“Because they are always fighting over me,” she replied haughtily.
I laughed all the way to her school. The teacher calls her “Pippi Longstocking” because she’s kooky and comes up with the weirdest things to do or say. She definitely gets that from her mother.
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