Is it too early to worry?

At the beginning of the school year, Eliza told me that she had a crush on a boy in her class.

Me: What's his name?
Eliza: I don't know.
Me: What can you tell me about him?
Eliza: I don't really know much about him.  But I really like his mohawk.

Not sure whether to laugh or cry...

A few days later I asked her if she knew her beloved's name and she said that she still didn't know, then admitted that she really didn't have a crush on him.  She just really liked his mohawk.

Feeling better...
She hasn't mentioned The Boy in a while, so I have begun to think that her admiration has cooled.  Then today she brought home this picture:



She said that Tate gave it to her.  When I asked her who Tate was, she shaped an imaginary mohawk on her head.  So that's his name!

Me: Who wrote the I  U?
Eliza: I did.
Me: Who did you write that for?
Eliza: You of course. Because I do.

Okay. We're good.

I'm chaperoning the Kindergarten field trip next week.  I'm hoping I can get a good glimpse of a certain blonde-mohawked young man.

1 comment:

  1. That is toooo precious! You're a smart Mama not to panic out loud:)

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