Griff, standing in my bedroom doorway this morning:
"Mom, did you know I have a girlfriend?"
I actually did know, or rather, I know that he and Mia Krivanec have been sweet on each other since Kindergarten, when the use of the too-adult-for-five-year-olds words "girlfriend", "boyfriend", and "love" were declared taboo (a far cry from Sabot's response to young love). I know that he was delighted to learn that her desk would face his in their little pod of five kids in his first grade classroom. I know that he's told me that he likes her in a special way, a way he can't quite explain, and that his teacher thinks the two of them are so cute together, completely smitten. I know that they eat lunch together and that they play together at lunch often enough that Mia's friend Mariposa is furious.
But "girlfriend"? It hadn't been declared official yet. I told him that I knew he liked Mia, but that I was happy that he was sharing that she's his girlfriend with me. Apparently he asked her, and she agreed. There doesn't seem to be anything required to be boyfriend and girlfriend other than loving each other and enjoying spending time together. Which is the way it should be, right? ♥