Dinner conversation tonight:
Rachel, out of the blue: "I broke up with my boyfriend today." she said, totally nonchalant like it was part of every day conversation.
Daddy snapped his head over toward her and I know I did a double take!
Me and Daddy: "WHAT?!"
Rachel: "I broke up with Jonathan today."
Me, as Daddy stares at her like she's just grown three horns out of her head: "What do you mean you 'broke up' with your boyfriend?"
Rachel: "I broke up with Jonathan because he wasn't listening to me when I was talking to him."
Me: "What does a boyfriend or girlfriend mean?"
Rachel: "You know. You play on the playground together and you do your stuff together."
Mike, steam coming out of his ears: "What STUFF?!" he said, with nary a crack of a smile on his face.
Me: "Do you mean like stuff in class together?"
Rachel: "Yeah, like homework and centers and stuff. But, actually, he was talking to another girl and not talking to me, so I broke up with him."
Me - TOTALLY DYING trying not to laugh: "Well, you can be friends with boys but you're not to have a "boyfriend" or to be anyone's "girlfriend". That's just for big people, ok? But you can still be friends with boys and that's ok."
Lord, help us. My mom says I'm paying for my raising. I'm pretty sure it was in Kindergarten when I had my first crush and I had that same crush all the way through 6th grade. Then I went to prom with him my 10th grade year. He was a senior. Dream come true, right? It was the yuckiest night EVER. Gross!! What in the heck was I thinking when I was in Kindergarten?! :)