Smooth operator

So my son has become quite the ladies man. The other day when I picked him up from preschool, his shadow told me there was a love triangle going on, and bubs was in the center of it (unbeknownst to him). She said that there was a boy named Shawn who liked a little girl named Suzanne. Well it seems Suzanne doesn't feel quite the same towards Shawn. During snack time, she asked bubs if he would sit next to her. Shawn became upset and said (and I am paraphrasing third hand info from his shadow) 'you can't sit next to her 'bubs' she is my girlfriend, I love her', and somehow Suzanne made it known that she wanted bubs not Shawn as her snack mate. Shawn wasn't too pleased. Of course my bubs was oblivious to it all, he was just enjoying his smart food cheesy popcorn and he was happy to sit next to anyone that asked. I asked him about it on the way home, and he really didn't have any idea that Shawn was angry or that Suzanne 'chose' him. His shadow thought it was adorable, me, I have to say it was a little disconcerting that a preschooler has decided to enter the dating pool.

Then, today when I got home from my errands, I noticed a letter in the mailbox addressed to bubs. I probably should have waited for him to get home, but I opened it without thinking. Again, is it disconcerting that I should be thinking of my four and a half year olds privacy issues regarding correspondence? At any rate, inside the envelope was a teeny tiny folded square of the small legal pad paper. Once unfolded I saw the sweet scrawlings of Emma, the girl from his center based program. The note said "Dear 'bubs', love Emma' and it had a cute picture of what I think is a spider. Now the way to my son's heart is definitley through insects, or reptiles, or dinosaurs or sea creatures. I must say that I prefer Emma as a daughter in law, over that heart breaker Suzanne. Needless to say, bubs wrote her back this afternoon, a lovely picture of a dolphin.

Ahh, to be young again... I don't think I had this much of a social life four years ago, let alone when I was four.