On the way home from school a few weeks ago:
Me: How was school today?
Boy: Good. Elliott has a girlfriend. (Elliott is 6, fyi.)
Me: Oh…what’s her name?
Me: Huh. Does anyone else have a girlfriend?
Boy: Aaron. His girlfriend is Ruby.
At this point, a big Price-is-Right-like wheel of possible responses is turning in my head. The pointer finally stops on:
Me: So, what does it mean to have a girlfriend?
Boy: Well, it means you really really really like a girl and want to marry her when you grow up.
Me: Oh, okay. <beat> Do you have a girlfriend?
Boy (in an exasperated, eye-rolling, i-can’t-believe-you’re-so-dumb voice): Mo-om! Amalia???
Really, I thought I’d be spared that tone of voice for a few years yet. Sigh.