She started talking to me about it recently, and I was genuinely startled.
As she was talking, I looked down only to discover that a fire hose of sweat was shooting out from each armpit. I pressed my lips together and nodded, listening.
She continued to spill the beans about who’s “in love” with who and I fantasized about saying good-bye as I dropped her off at the nearest convent (note to self: research convents).
Seriously, she’s too young for this!
There’s not really much I can do (other than listen and talk with her – and you know I am all over that).
Maybe I can make her look a little disheveled. You know, don’t brush her hair and put her in a shirt with a big ketchup stain on it. I could even give her a bag of Doritos to eat on the way to school, so she has nnnnacho breath all day. Yeah, that’s it! That’s it!
What can I say? I know it’s no big deal right now, but I also know it’s a sign of things to come…
And I don’t like it.
P.S. All Valentine’s cards from here on out will be signed “Your Friend, Molly.” Best not to fan the flames of second-grade romance!