The other day Leah was playing in the family room and saw the little boy who lives next door through the window. Although it was closed, the two of them began making faces and funny poses to make each other laugh. This was not the first time that they have played through the window, and they have played outside together a couple of times, even though he is several years older than Leah. I honestly didn’t think much of it, other than it’s pretty cute, until Leah called my mom that night.
“Mana,” I heard her say, “I have a secret love crush on the little boy next door. I have loved him since the first time I saw him!”
My first reaction was to laugh at the hilarity of Leah’s dramatic tone. And then I felt a combination of sadness that my little girl is old enough to have a “secret love crush” and elation at the thought of having a daughter and talking about cute boys like I used to do with my mom.
Dave’s reaction was a bit different. He commented something along the lines of it’s too bad that he is going to have to kill that boy because he kind of liked him.