sweet young innocence
yet it’s still freaking me out
how does this happen?
"Today was a special day because I got something no one else got," the wee one told me when I picked him up from school today.
"Oh, yeah?" I answered, thinking it was a sticker for good behavior or something like that.
"I’m going to show you, but it’s a secret for everyone else," he said. He whipped his backpack around and pulled out a piece of paper. "It’s from Natalie." Natalie is a girl at school he talks about a lot – her pretty hair, how fun it is to hit her at recess, etc.
The paper had a drawing on it of a boy and a girl holding hands. On the top, written in wonderful kindergarten handwriting, was a profession of love.
"I wish I could jump into this drawing," the wee one said wistfully. "I would flip dimensions so that I could kiss Natalie and then flip back really fast."
"Oh?" I asked, trying not to sound shocked.
He gazed at the drawing. "It makes me want to cry I like it so much," he said, closing his eyes and smiling.
It kind of makes me want to cry, too, but for many different reasons. I knew he was precocious, but this is (charmingly) unsettling, you know what I mean?
My five-year-old lothario. Good grief.