Monday, March 24, 2008
My Little Romeo
I had S-- in the car the other day. I asked him about who he played with at school and what they were doing at recess. You know, the usual mom line of questioning. S-- tells me about playing with his best friend (a girl) and someone named Emily from her class. Then I heard a long sigh from the back seat and this comment:
"I really like her face."
"You really like her face? Whose face?"
"Yeah...Emily. I really like her face." (another sigh)
"Oh? What is it you like about her face?"
"Well, she has these freckles...and I really like her eyes."
"Okay...what color are her eyes?"
"I don't know. But I like her eyes. She has these glasses that bend but don't break. And she has this kind of creaky voice."
"And you like her voice?"
"And her freckles and glasses?"
"Yeah. I just really like her face."
Well I'll be. My son is a sucker for freckles and glasses that bend but don't break. And creaky voices.
This last Friday we happened to see Kacy's Maggie, who is in S--'s class, waiting in the school gym for SEP's. I decided to ask S-- about Maggie later.
"So do you ever play with Maggie?"
"Yeah. I like to play with Maggie. She likes to wiggle her eyebrows. It's kind of creepy."
"Yeah, but in a good way."
"Creepy in a good way?"
"Yeah. I really like it when she wiggles her eyebrows."
Amended list: S-- likes freckles, bendy glasses, creaky voices, and creepy eyebrows. Potential girlfriends take note.