On the day of the Valentine's party, love was in the air. When I stopped to pick Miss A up, an older man approached me (I later found out he was 5), held out his hand, and confidently introduced himself: "Hello, my name is Randy. I'm A's boyfriend. That means she's my girlfriend."
Can't argue with that logic. It did, however, stun me enough that I could manage only to nod politely and hustle A to the car.
All through the weekend, A talked about her boyfriend. He had, apparently, been her friend Gracie's boyfriend, but Gracie was now yesterday's news and A was 'in' with the new man in town. After a couple of days, we were getting tired of hearing about him (especially when she kept forgetting his name and had to ask, "What's my boyfriend called again?"). However, Miss A ignored our disapproval, content in the knowledge of her true love, even going so far as to tell me, "Some people think I shouldn't have a boyfriend, but I'm tall enough."
Randy and A had become quite the fixture at preschool, hanging out on the playground, sitting next to each other during circle time, and crying when they couldn't ride in the same vehicle on a field trip.
However, even true love sometimes ends. Randy committed an unforgiveable sin on Tuesday - he pinched Gracie. Miss A spent two days in thoughtful contemplation and finally announced this morning that she was not going to be Randy's girlfriend anymore. She simply couldn't hold hands with someone who would hurt her friends.
I told her we'd buy ice cream on the way home from school tonight so that she could drown her sorrows.
1 comments:
You've got a smart little cookie. She knows when it is time to walk away. I am sorry for her heartbreak, but luckily ice cream is probably way more important at this point that some ole' boy :o)
How did Randy get to be such a player? Crazy!
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