My little girl has a boyfriend--well, in as much as a 4th grader can have a boyfriend. Their relationship consists of passing little love notes back and forth at school and talking on the phone occasionally.
His name is Leyton, but Erin seems to have a speech impediment when it comes to saying his name. She pronounces it, "Lay-un." The "t" sound is mysteriously missing. And we tease her endlessly about it, because we're cool like that. (You know, just in case she's missing out on some bullying in these formative years. We wouldn't want to deprive her of any normal life experiences, you know.) (I kid.) (Well, actually, we do tease her, but we're not mean about it. Like, she doesn't actually cry or anything. She laughs. I swear.) (And, yes, as a matter of fact, we do suck as parents.) (Also? I love italics.) (And parenthesis.)
Yesterday, she dreamily said, "I just love to hear Lay-un's girly voice when he answers the phone..."
Um, yeah. Maybe you shouldn't share that tidbit of information with him. Like, ever.