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