Oh it’s ‘orrible being in love when you’re 3 ¼!
I’ve suspected for some time, and yesterday had it confirmed, that Little I has her first real crush!
She’s fallen head over heels for the very sweet lad next door, who happens to be seven years her senior.
Yesterday evening he almost decapitated my husband when his Diabolo came flying over the fence at high speed and narrowly missed his head. He was sent around to apologise, and so of course Little I rushed to my side when she realised who was at the door. I think she must have been gazing into his eyes the entire time as when I shut the door the following conversation took place…
Little I: “He smiled at me two times, Mummy.”
Me: “What do you think that means?”
Little I: “I think it means…[meaningful pause]…he loves me”!
She was beaming from cheek to cheek. She really has it bad!
At bedtime we always ask Little I what she is going to dream about. Generally the answer is always “Tinkerbell” or “Rapunzel”, but last night was different. She rather bashfully told us that she would be dreaming about Master D.
She’s sworn us to secrecy. We are under strict orders to not breathe a word to Master D.
When did young love begin so soon?!