The Crush

This is C's fourth crush. The first was in kindergarten, and she was, perhaps, the most beautiful little girl I have ever seen. She was in C's class and had gorgeous near-black hair that was never out of place. The second was a cute little girl with freckles and a mousy-brown bob cut. She seemed to be a bit of a tomboy, and her mom looked like a biker babe. She was in another class so C admired her from afar. The third was a tall brunette whom Craig claimed was "the most beautiful girl in the second grade." I had thought that another little blond girl was prettier, but C proclaimed that he didn't like "blondies." Apparently, they're not his type.

So he was a little hesitant to reveal his latest (third grade) crush. He and his grandmother have a bet going about the color of his future bride's hair. He swears he won't marry a "blondie." But when he admitted her name, I convinced him that she has beautiful strawberry-blond hair. He's okay with liking a little red-haired girl.

Well, the other day he was talking about how much he likes her, and he said he "like-likes" her. I asked him what that means, and he said he think he actually loves her. He came home telling me that he "said his first sentences to her." Huh? Oh, he talked to her for the first time! I guess Shoulder Buddies are a good conversation starter.