The following is a conversation I had over the weekend with 5-year-old Lydia.
Lydia: Mommy I have two boyfriends, but Kenzie has three.
Me: Two boyfriends? What are their names?
Lydia: Axton (who’s riding his bike outside the window) and Braden. No! Not Braden she says with disgust.
Me: Is Braden from school?
Me: Well what is the other boy’s name?
Lydia: I forget.
Me: What does it mean to have a boyfriend? Is it just a boy who is a friend?
Lydia: Oh no. It means you chase them and if you catch them they have to stay with you.
Me: Trying to hold back the laughter. But what does it mean to be a boyfriend?
Lydia: In a sighing/dreamy kind of way. Love.
Me: I see.
Lydia: Yeah. But Kenzie has three boyfriends, I only have two, I need another boyfriend.
Me: Well you don’t have to do things the same way that Kenzie does. You could have just one boyfriend.
Lydia: No. I need three.
Here’s the scary thing. As we drove out of our neighborhood today Lydia starts to giggle – like full-fledged, 13-year-old, talking-about-boys, giggle. She rolls down her window and shouts, “Hi Axton!” In a very flirtatious way.
I think we could be in trouble.