My son is six years old.
He is delicious. And one of my most favorite males of all time!
He is also a ladies man.
I’m not even kidding.
He loves women. Girls. The female persuasion.
It’s not uncommon for him to walk by and pat my fanny or plant a big wet kiss on my lips. Multiple times in a day.
He’s tender and sweet with his baby sister and works his hardest to please his big sister. And even when he argues with her, he’s the first to apologize. He’s not a fighter.
He’s a lover.
There’s a little pixie girl from his Kindergarten class that stole his heart during the school year.
He’s been asking me all summer to arrange a play date. “Mom, I just miss her. My heart hurts because I haven’t seen her.”
Oh, and he’s a wee bit dramatic.
And so I arranged it. But the day before the play date, my Mom and I took the kids to the local swimming pool, only to run into my son’s little friend.
Imagine: My son shading his eyes from the bright sun and squinting in the distance. He sees his friend and without a second thought-he splashes through the water, calling her name like a forlorn lover. He picked her up.
And spun her around.
It was like a scene from Casablanca. Only it was two six year olds and I think they love each other more.
My Mom looked at me and said, “I think he will marry early.”
Sure, Mom, thanks that’s exactly what I needed to hear.
Thankfully, he still wants to marry me.