and so it begins

A boy just called…

…for my 10 year old! It seems her little friend gave the boy, who was in their class, our number. (Note to self: tell little friend to knock that off.) This boy, according to the story I got from Grace, “liked” her at the beginning of the year but she doesn’t like him, and they’re just friends. She told me he used to poke her all the time in class, and I said, “That’s because he liked you!” I left out the part about how by not tattling on him, she proved she liked him back.

Raise your hand if you remember saying and / or hearing this from your friends when you were her age:

I like you, but I don’t like you like you.

(How is it that repeating a phrase makes it take on a whole new meaning?)

2 Responses to “and so it begins”

  1. Cheryl says:

    OH NO! Not my little Gracie! She’s too young for boys!! They still have cooties, don’t they?

    I LIKE YOU. DO YOU LIKE ME?
    CHECK YES OR NO.

  2. Martin says:

    I recently had to go out looking for one of my kids and I found her up in a tree with a boy.