Oh I think we're gonna have a big problem in about 9 or 10 years. Sigh... Today Jack and I were getting ready for bed. Teeth all brushed, face washed, jammies on, getting ready to read a story...
Jack: Mom, you know who I wish was my girlfriend?
me: (uh oh) Who?
Jack: The dancer from the Radio City show.
me: Uhhh, which one (There are about 36 dancers in the Rockettes. I knew he liked older women, but really?)
Jack: The ballerina girl that came out with Santa.
me: Ohhhh...(she was about 10)
Jack: Her name was Clara. I heard Santa say it. I've been thinking about her ALLLL day. Sigh..... (he was all angsty over this)
me: She was a very good dancer. (what else could I say?)
Jack: Here's the thing about me taking classes.
me: What? (he lost me)
Jack: When I take classes or go to school, there's always a girl that I like in each class.
me: Okaaayyyy? Are you talking about first grade?
me: Who do you like in your class?
me: I don't remember her right now, but I know I've seen her. What do you like about her? The way she behaves or the way she looks?
Jack: The way she looks. Sigh... Both.
me: What does she look like? Long hair? Short?
Jack: Dark brown and short. Sighhhhh... (he's really really hurting over this subject.)
me: Does she like you too?
Jack: (snaps out of his reverie) What? I don't know! Can you read Empire Strikes Back???
Subject had been officially closed. Aww, poor kid. Imagine what I'll be writing about in 10 years. (sob)