My eldest son has been incredibly upbeat of late, kind of freakishly so. He comes home in the afternoon, flicks on the ipod and grinds, hip swivels and thrusts his way through all manner of music. Today was no different.... music on, grind, thrust, swivel, air punch.....
Then he sits down and looks kind of pensive.
"I've got something to tell you....." Right about now all SORTS of things begin to run amok in my brain.
"Yes Gruntley, what is it."
"I'm in looove."
"Oh. That's nice dear. I'm sure she's a lovely girl."
"Oh man, she's HOT."
"No, hot is not a nice word. You say she is great fun and pretty."
"Nup. She's HOT."
sigh. "That's nice dear."
"Do you think she'll fit in?"
"With the family I mean. Do you think she'll fit in, when we get married?"
He is 9 years old.