Characters: Me and my 7-year-old son
Time: Today, right after he got off the bus
Son: A girl on the bus said she loved me.
Me: Really? Who is she?
Son: I don't know. She's a kindergartener. [Mock wailing] Why, why does a kindergartener have to love me? [This is our dramatic child].
Me: Well, is she nice?
Son: No. She's crazy.
Me: Love makes us all a little crazy.
Son: Yeah, I already knew that.
Me: [Thinking to myself]. Um, how, precisely?
And so it begins. Today it's a kindergartener on the bus, and tomorrow I'm dancing at his wedding. Lord, I'm not ready for this.
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