Tuesday, September 14, 2004

The Lover

My son has a thing for pretty women, especially pretty blondes. He went off the deep-end over his pediatrician's partner, who is a pretty blonde. When we take the kids out, he gravitates towards the prettiest woman in the room -- particularly if she's blonde. We certainly didn't teach this to him and I'm not blonde -- he comes by his preference on his own -- though it isn't absolute. First, he just seems to look for a pretty face.

Before preschool started we took the kids with us and helped get the school ready. Since bending, lifting and painting aren't exactly things I can do easily these days, I stayed on the playground and helped watch all the children. The Boy played some with the other boys making traps in the sand and waving sticks at each other, but the best friend he made was Mia -- a cute little five year old, she's not blonde, but her mom is a gorgeous blonde. Since then the quality of the school day seems to rest on whether The Boy got to sit by Mia at snack time. The other day at breakfast, he announced that seeing Mia "made [his] heart sing." Unfortunately, she goes to school five days per week though and The Boy only three, so I fear she might be making other friends without him -- the shameless hussy.

But The Boy has other loves besides Mia and the pediatrician. Last week we had a visiting mom and her little two year old daughter at Bible class on Wednesday. The little girl was about the same age as The Girl, but needless to say a sister does not inspire longing gazes and the proclamation, "Isn't she beautiful, Mom? I think I love her." He then went up and introduced himself and had a little chat with them.

If he keeps this attitude along with his huge coffee colored eyes and the worldest longest lashes, it might not be my daughter that needs locking up when the teenage years approach.
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