Sebastian is my nine-year old and he says some of the funniest things–we have no idea where he gets his material since his mother and I are rather boring, serious people.
Going against nearly ever fiber in my being, I recently decided that I should stop teasing the boys about any crushes or girlfriends (or boyfriends). I figure that there is already far too much pressure on them to endure any further grief supplied by their father. Early on, it seems like it might lead to some “interesting” conversations. To wit:
Nathan had just started telling me about a conversation he had concerning girls when Sebastian started making fun of him. Before Nathan could mount a verbal counter-attack, I interjected: “Sebastian, do you want me to tell him about your girlfriend?”
Nathan: “Wait! He has a girlfriend?”
Sebastian sheepishly nodded.
Nathan: “Do you hold hands??”
Nathan: “Do you eat lunch with her?”
Nathan: “Do you play with her during recess?”
Nathan: “Wait, I’m confused: what does it mean to you to have a girlfriend?”
Seba: “I dunno.”
Me: “Does she know she’s your girlfriend?”