Yesterday when I picked Griff up from school, he excitedly showed me that Annika had put messages in his mailbox! Not just messages, his darling wife had actually created two portraits of herself and her beloved. Multicolored crayon on construction paper. With their names and hearts.
Not only that, but in *my* in-box were two purple construction paper hearts and a small square with Griffin's name on it, in a pre-K rambling semi-formed capital script. At first I felt flattered that my DIL-to-be felt the need to butter up her dear MIL. Then my son informed me that he had put the hearts there. They were intended for him, but he shared them with me. Sounds like the boy still knows where his priorities are.
Sadly, the honeymoon may be over. Griff sorrowfully told me this afternoon that Annika (who, I noticed, was absent from school today) is no longer his best friend. When asked why, he said she doesn't want to be his friend any more. Further prodding revealed that the young lady has been rebuffing his attempts to give hugs and kisses. She shrugs him off and pushes him away.
I suggested that sometimes people don't want to be hugged and kissed but that they can still love us and want to be our friends.
I also suggested that maybe if he wants to give physical affection, that maybe he could ask the intended recipient of the hug or kiss if they would like to receive it. How very Antioch College of me.
Just goes to show ya, nobody loves you like your mother, kid.
Oh, and during his (very belated and frustratingly rescheduled due to some kids going overseas and needing a goodbye circle) birthday circle today, he chose the exact same gift from the birthday box that Annika chose yesterday. A tiny hourglass-like sand timer.