Conversation

I was putting Kate to bed the other night when she couldn't stop talking about school. Perhaps it started as a stall tactic, but once that faucet was open, the words could not stop flowing.

I'm not sure if any of you have trouble retrieving anything significant about your child's day, but around here, it's nearly impossible. I always ask how their school day was ("fine"), I ask specific questions ("Who did you sit by at lunch?" "Did anything funny happen?" "Emily" "Not really."). It seems I am only granted one or two word answers; they don't usually want to go into any details.

So when Kate started telling me- really telling me- about school, I listened (stall tactic or not). She ended up grabbing her class picture and telling me specifics about each child. "He doesn't clean his ears very much" (??!!), "She likes to tell lies", "She's never moved a crayon, EVER." etc.

Then she got to a little boy and said "Mom, he's so into me. Like, so, so into me. If I even spill a little water, he jumps up. And goes and gets me a paper towel." She went on to tell me that she's informed him that she's not allowed to date, that dating is for high schoolers. And that she's not really that into him, but since they can't date anyway, she sees no point in telling him.

Then she pointed to another little boy and said "He's into me too. But I'm sorta into him. We're into each other an equal amount. I think that's best; being into each other an equal amount."

So, at the tender age of seven, I've had my first human relationship conversation with my daughter. She did most of the talking, and did a good job of summing it up, I think.

I love that girl. Or- as the kids these days would say- I'm so into her.