Saturday, March 19, 2011

My Little Heartbreaker?

Luke has discovered girls. (Or, more accurately, older women.)

But he still has a lot to learn when it comes to romance.

It started in the grocery store one day.

The teenager who was bagging our groceries started talking to him. And he was quite animated as he answered her questions and proceeded to tell her all about our two dogs.

In the car on the way home, he announced, "I love Olivia. I want to go home with her."

I was a little confused. "Who's Olivia?"

"You know, Mom, Olivia. I love her."

"Is she in your class at school?"

"No, Mom," Luke said, clearly exasperated. "She's at the store."

It took me a minute to realize that he was referring to the young girl who had bagged our groceries. Why he had decided to name her Olivia, I don't know, but he had.

I decided not to explain to him that you probably shouldn't make up the name for your "girlfriend"; rather I spent most of the ride home explaining to him that you don't go home with people you don't know.

I'm not sure I convinced him.

A few weeks later, a new teacher started at his preschool, and he promptly announced that he was in love with her.

There was only one problem -- which quickly became apparent as we were driving to preschool one morning. All of the sudden, he asked, "What's her name, Mom?'

"Whose name Luke?"

"My girlfriend. What's her name?"

"She can't be your girlfriend if you don't know her name."

He did not like that response. "Yes she is too my girlfriend. I love her."

"Luke, if you love someone, you need to know her name. If you don't know her name, then she's not really your girlfriend."

"She is my girlfriend."

He was quiet a few minutes, and then said, "What's her name, Mom?"

I think I have lots of work to do if he's ever going to hope to have a girlfriend.

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