Disturbed

Yesterday we had another "boy" moment that I really have to share. I hadn't been talking about these funny stories about boys in front of Molly because I didn't want her to think this "boy" stuff was that big of a deal. Here I thought this blog would be about funny school stories, and now I'm finding that my six-year-old may be thinking about boys a lot more than her "ABC's". The newest event happened while we were walking to my friend, Katie's, yesterday.

We had to pass by her school on our walk and she had me stop on the corner as we approached. I looked at the playground and there were two boys playing on the monkey bars. I looked back down at my daughter and saw that she was...get this...PRIMPING HER HAIR. I asked her what she was doing and she sheepishly said, "nothing, let's go." As we were walking she honestly asked me, "Do I look precious?" Of course, I answered with, "Molly, you are seriously disturbing me." She laughed and on we walked.

After we walked up the block two more boys were spotted on bikes. Molly, again, stopped and this time was fluffing her hair and shaking her head. Again, I asked what she was doing and she followed with, "NOTHING!" I had to inform her again that I really was quite disturbed. Then, she asked if I could see the curl in her hair. Oh dear. Shortly after her school was behind us, Molly stated that she was really enjoying our walk. I asked her to specifically tell me why this walk was so great. She said, "Well, there were boys."

I had to compose myself so I didn't try shaking the very thought of boys from her Kindergarten mind. Instead, I asked, "What was so great about those boys." Molly simply said, "Well, they were crushin'." There it was. That one sentence drew the line between what she learned at home and all the new things she'd learn from all the other kids at school. I looked at her, wondering about this new found slang, and asked, "What exactly is "crushin'". Molly innocently said, "It means they're fallin' in love." Oh. Is that all. Somebody get me a drink.