One of my 8-year-old grandsons told me yesterday, with a gigantic smile on his face, that he had a crush on a little girl who was “perfect” for him.
“Is she in your grade?” I asked.
“She’s in my class!” He was exuberant.
“How is she perfect?” I wanted to know.
“She’s polite and she plays sports,” he responded.
“Does she like you, too?”
“I think so. One of my friends asked me if I liked her, because he said she liked me. We smile at each other a lot.”
“I wish I could see what she looks like.”
“You can! My mom found her.”
All he had was a last name. 100,000 other people had the same last name. But Facebook apparently looks through all of your friends and their friends and dwindles the top contenders down to less than a dozen. He found her mom, but I couldn’t access her photos unless I friended her. Smart mom. I like this little girl already.
Then my grandson remembered that he had a picture of her on his iPad. She looks very sweet. He was smiling proudly as he showed me her photo.
“Who knows? Maybe when you’re older, you’ll be able to date her.”
“My dad said that my sisters aren’t allowed to kiss a boy until they’re 19, but I can kiss a girl whenever I want to, and my Mom said, ‘What? No!’” He and his sisters laughed.
Add another 8 years to the 8 years he’s been living, and he’ll be driving a car and possibly dating his kid crush – or they’ll be attending each other’s sporting events. Either way, Grandma will be watching!