You know kids?
They shoot straight…
“Mommy, when am I going to have a boyfriend?”
“When you are 25.”
I change it around:
“well what if Mommy had a boyfriend?”
I really don’t think that is going to happen.”
WHAT THE HELL
I mean it is not entirely out of the realm of possibility.
“Well Mom… handsome boys don’t talk to you.”
“Well do ugly boys talk to me?”
talks to you”
If I were her teacher at school…
I would march her ass right to the principal’s office.
“Why do you think that is Landon?”
“Well you is always so busy…
Doing stuff for us.
They can’t even talk to you,
because you is all the time chasing me and Tenny.”
No Shit Sherlock
“Well how should this work ma’am?”
You meet him.
And you talk to him.
He asks you out Mama.
And you go.
Then you do it another time,
And he will adore you.
Then he will ask you to marry him.
We can gets a new house,
One without cracks in it …
our house was built in 1920…
There are a lot of cracks
in the house…
and my face 😦
And there you have it..
the logic of a 6 year old.