He's been coming home from kindergarten with a backpack loaded with love notes and love pictures from two girls. Pictures of him and the
So today before school, he tossed three notes on my lap that he had written. Yelled, "Read them!" and then ran out of the room. The first two both said, "Love, Son. OK!!!!". I asked him if the girls were bugging him to write back and he said, "YES! This should make them happy right? They'll leave me alone now right!?" And I had to bite my lip and nod. A baldfaced lie, "Sure, sure it will. They won't bug you anymore now."
But the third note that he had written wasn't as easily read. He hasn't yet figured out that spaces are neccesary between his words. Or that words need to be written out in a particular order. And don't even get me started on his use of "Your" versus "You're".
Offended, that I couldn't figure out what he had written - he stormed out of the room. After assuring him that clearly it was my old and feeble eyes that were the problem, and not his personal writing style, he translated. Telling me that he had written down his address and phone number for her.
Me: Really! So you want her to come over for a playdate?
Son: Yes. NO! Yes. NO! She said something unappropriate to me!
Me: What? (Dying inside over the cuteness)
Son: It was the "H" word.
Me: Ok, I've lost this game before. Just tell me what she said dude.
Son: NO! Fine! She said, "Hot".
Me: She said you were hot!
Son: YES! GROSS! AAAAAH! (Runs out of the room)
See ladies. Draw all the pretty love notes you want. But flatter my son with unappropriate compliments and it'll get you a personal invite to paradise. And by paradise, I mean a highly supervised visit with graham crackers and cootie spray.