Boy Trouble

by doodaddy on June 19, 2009

Boo fell in love again yesterday. Not to worry: it happens all the time.


Happy about the swing or the company?

It was the first summer meeting of Boo’s kiddie-acrobatics class and W–, the new boy, was a bit teary. Boo and W– didn’t exchange two words during class, though afterward she and I both knuckle-knocked him in a show of support. (That’s how we roll out here in ‘Frisco. Leftist fist bumps are de rigeur.) That was the extent of their relationship.

That night, though, she would not stop talking about him.

“W– was crying today. It was his first day as a Tootsie Roller.”

I’d cry if I were called a “Tootsie Roller,” too, but in this case it means that he’s reached the age group where mom and dad watch from the sidelines instead of joining in: The toddler-acrobat rite of passage.

“W– was wearing a striped shirt today. And I have a striped shirt, too!”

On and on like that, and of course she planned some future dates.

“I’m going to see W– again next week. And I’ll see B–, too!”

Oops, change of subject! B– is another boy, almost five, whom we only know because he was visiting a neighbor last week. Again, Boo and B– didn’t even play together but nevertheless, she’s obsessed:

“I’m bigger than B—.”
“B— has a baby sister.”
“B— doesn’t have curly hair like M—.”

M— is a boy who graduated from Boo’s school; they met about twice. On and on this goes: Boo talks constantly about boys she hardly knows, and rarely about friends of either gender she actually loves.

I suspect the universe of giving us a taste of what we can expect from middle school — “But dad, he doesn’t even know I’m aliiiive!” Forewarned, I can now come up with a more sensitive response than “Yeah, you’re probably right.”

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{ 3 comments… read them below or add one }

rachel June 20, 2009 at 5:52 am

Love that photo! Nice catch.

“But [parent], he doesn’t even know I’m aliiiive!” are not words I ever uttered to my parents as a teenager. And I was tight with them.


Sardinien Ferienwohnung June 21, 2009 at 11:51 pm

Boo falling in love again and again. Boo talking constantly about boys she hardly knows or friends of either gender makes her world all rosy and fun!! I think it is nice, right?


SeattleDad June 23, 2009 at 8:00 pm

Oh, it sounds like there will be plenty of drama in your household. I can see how that response wouldn’t go over too well as she grows.

It’s cute for now though.


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