Don’t kids grow up quickly this days?
Quote of the day from our seven-year-old. Little serious face on: “I’m not quite sure, but I think I might be falling in love with Kirsty. I’m not sure though.”
Gahhhh. What do you say to that? Debbie almost swallowed her own head with mirth, and I managed to choke out “Well, don’t tell her that whatever you do – let her work it out for herself”, while resisting an urge to scream “No! Run away! Don’t let her near you! Oh, it’ll start with ‘ooo’, ‘aah’, and so on, but later there’ll be running! And screaming!”
Still, it’s amusing to watch how it all develops. I have a mental image of Debbie standing Bread-like at the front door screaming “She! Is! A! Tart!”. I am looking forward to Harmony growing up, though. Or, more specifically, I’m looking forward to potential suitors coming to visit. I have a great deal of anticipation for the time when I will become the all-powerful vengefull god of their painful and short little lives.