Today was picture day. The sweet girl in B’s class was extra fancy in her lovely dress, necklace, and hair bow. Once again, my boy was smitten. He took one look at her and said, “Oh! Sooo pre-t!”, and — you guys I swear I can’t make this stuff up– then he gave her a kiss on her forehead. I nearly passed out on the spot from the sweetness.
People, he is four. Four.
This boy and his crushes are going to be TROUBLE.
(Pre-t: Bex speak for ‘pretty’)