My son, who is a third-grader, and I are grocery shopping. He is frolicking but suddenly straightens up and acts all hard as he notices…
…that we are passing a most adorable little girl, who is seated in a grocery cart while her mother shops. She smiles shyly at him (not me) as we pass and waves with each finger by her dimpled face.
Baby Boy precociously confides in me afterward, whispering:
“Aww (turning head to double-check) she’s a first-grader. That’s a dealbreaker.”
Must have been the baby teeth.
I decide that he has been eavesdropping in on my teenage sons’ conversations a little too often.
And whatever happened to cooties?
