Yesterday, Macy came home with this:
On the back was a note (Warning: It's quite personal. You might blush. I did.)
"Macy I love you. I was crazy becas I loved you so much. I wanted to give this to you Love Braxton"
I read it to her when she got home from school. Over dinner, she handed it to Greg and asked him to read it again. He said:
"Dear Macy: I don't like you. I think girls are yucky. Please don't ever talk to me again."
Macy (with her head turned to the side and a giant eye roll - but a smirk on her face): Dad! Mom already read it to me. I want you to read it again.
So Greg read it correctly. Afterward, he said: Macy! I don't want to have to beat up a Kindergartner. You are not allowed to have boys like you already!
Macy: Dad! It doesn't mean that he wants to go on a date with me! It just means that he's crazy because of my singing. (She takes a bite and continues in a very matter-of-fact voice.) Besides, I'm not dating anyone right now.
We laughed, and then I asked her if she knew how old she had to be in order to date. She sighed and said, "Yes...as old as you."
Moral of the Story: We deserve a pat on the back! I think all good parents should know who their six-year-old is dating. We are definitely on top of this one.
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On an unrelated note:
Macy was reading her take-home books tonight. She was reading a book called "The Animals of Canada." It said things like: "This is a moose. It lives in Canada." She came to the last page. It read: "This is a loon. It lives in Canada." Macy read it once and looked up to me: "Does that say 'loon'?" I confirmed it. She said, "That doesn't sound like a real word to me."