Yesterday Miss M and her best friend A negotiated an after-school playdate at A’s house. As they were happily coloring, A reported to me, “Miss M has a boyfriend.”
“Oh?” I said, while simultaneously imagining Taxman’s head exploding. “Who?”
“A also has a boyfriend,” A’s mom wryly added. “Avery.” (Aside to me: “Avery is a troublemaker!”)
“So Ben is your boyfriend,” I ruminated, wondering if Ben is aware of this development.
“Yes,” said Miss M, “and also Benjamin and Eli [Ben’s identical twin brother; Benjamin and Eli are in a different PreK class].”
“What do you do with your boyfriends?” I asked.
“Aha,” I said, suddenly understanding. “You play outside on the monkey bars with them.”
“Yeah. I love the monkey bars!”
She does indeed. She has the calluses and blisters to prove it; she won’t stay away from the monkey bars even when her hands hurt. Do they count as her first love-related injury?