At the ripe age of not-quite-6-years-old, Thomas and I have had our first, and probably not last, conversation about girls. More specifically, girls he likes.
Thomas: Mom, Hailee is one of my girlfriends.
Me: ONE of your girlfriends? There is more than one?
Thomas: Yes, there are a few of them. But, Hailee really is one of my favorites.
Thomas: I think she is even the girl I need to marry.
Me: Well, why don't you tell me more about her.
Thomas: She is beautiful. Her eyes are brown just like mine. Her hair is blonde - ya, know the same color as Abby's hair.
Me: OK. Can you tell me what you like about her so much that you want her to be a girlfriend? Like, is she smart?
Thomas: Of course Mom, she is smart... even smarter than me.
Me: Does she make you laugh?
Thomas: Of course Mom, she is hilarious! Her jokes are even funnier than mine.
Me: Well, as long as you don't think she is more beautiful, smarter or funnier than me... I guess she can be your girlfriend.
Thomas: Mom, I love you. You're silly... none of my girlfriends are as good as you.
Ah! Such a Mama's boy!