As adults, we realize “that kinda love” doesn’t come until much later in life. Do you ever think about your first crush? Being 5 years old and being around that person or persons that made you giggle and feel weird? I’m not talking about that teenage mess that makes you wanna barf or the first time you feel the real deal. I’m talking about that sweet innocence of chasing someone on the playground; or seeing them out of school and waving at them so hard you might fling your hand off of your arm.
Well I just had to tell ya’ll about my conversation with Frank I had earlier today.
Mind you, Frank is hilarious in general. I dont know where he gets half of the crap that comes out of his mouth but it’s always something unexpected.
With Valentines’ Day quickly approaching and all the littles are getting ready for their classroom exchanges, Frank seems to be full of excitement! This is his first Valentines Day in preschool. I remember how excited I was the first time I got to take special valentine notes and candy to all my friends.
Today, we decided to make our own. We sat down and cut out 14 little hearts. Some pink, some purple, some red. Red… ya know… because boys can’t have pink. So says Frank. When time come to write each name on the hearts, Frank says “make sure SHE has the biggest. Then HER. Then HER.” They’re all the same but umm, why? “‘Cause she’s my girlfriend.” OOOOK. Well what about the others? He giggles and it’s all I can do to hold it together. “Well… she’s my girlfriend cause she’s pretty but she fusses at me.” (Atleast he got that one right.) I stay silent so he can continue. “And SHE is pretty and nice to me and she plays with me in our centers a lot.” Mmmhmm. Go on. At this point I’m pretty sure I have tears in my eyes struggling to keep from laughter. I’m trying to take him seriously here people! Then he hits me with this, “and HER, we get in trouble.” Welp, now I can’t hold it in anymore. We are both cackling..
Little does he know all I can think about is that he just described his first wife, second wife, and best friend. (relax, I’m joking.)
Thank you, Frank. Thank you for helping me to remember that innocence of the little crushes and friendships I had many years ago. You’ll always be special to those 3 little girls.