Robin over at Discomermaids had a blogpost today about first crushes that was so cute and got me thinking about my boys.
My ten-year old officially has no crushes and doesn't plan to have any in the near future. My seven year old is apparently way ahead of his time. We had this conversation walking home from school today:
Me: "So, did you give K her special valentine?"
T: "Yes" (Dimples flashing.)
Me: "Did she notice that it was special?" (It had extra stickers and was the only one in his class that was personalized.)
T: "I don't know! I'm not going to tell her that I like her until I know for sure that she likes me."
Me: "So how are you going to find out?"
T: "I have a plan."
Me: "Do you now?"
T: "Yes. I have it all worked out with Maddie. I'm going to sit on one bench at recess and Maddie is going to take K to sit at a bench around the corner. That way, she will think I'm still sitting on that one bench. Then I'm going to sneak up around the corner so that I can hear what they are saying and Maddie is going to ask her if she likes me. That way I'll know for sure."
Me: "Sounds like a good plan."
I'm not too worried really, as the K in question has for the second year in a row invited him to her birthday party - the only boy invited. Plus, we're talking second grade here, and I don't think it goes much farther than "I like you, do you like me?"
It all did get me thinking though about what I was going to say when they really get their heart broken - or worse, break someone else's heart. I'm going to have to brush up on that chapter in the parent handbook.
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