This past Saturday morning the phone rang at 8:45am.  Kinda early for a phone call in our house so I jumped up to get it.  A very soft, very high little voice on the other end politely asked to speak to The Eldest.

Turns out he traded phone numbers with a certain little Miss in his Grade 4 class.  A Miss that he’s quite smitten with, and apparently, she with him.

Now him being smitten with a classmate is not at all unusual.  He’s had a “special” girl in each of his classes since Kindergarten.  The “Annual Miss” rarely even knows she’s the object of his affection.  He often prefers to keep his admiration on the Q.T. and just enjoy her from afar.  And it’s very sweet.  He gets that goofy grin and dreamy look in his eyes whenever her name comes up.  And I’m surprised and impressed with his loyalty.  Once he sets his sites on the “Annual Miss”, his affection rarely strays.  She’s “The One” for that entire school year.  I like to imagine that he’ll make a really good boyfriend someday.

And he does always seem to pick the cuties.  Although in preparation for his eventual wife picking, I’ve been trying to put some emphasis on other qualities he should be looking for.  Less on the looks, my son, and more on the personality!  My weekend interrogation concerning the current “Annual Miss” included:

• Is she kind to others?
• Is she a good student?
• Does she participate in any sports or activities?
• Is she nice to your younger brother?
• Does she have a good sense of humour?

I thought it might be a little early to get into;

• Does she want children?
• Does she work hard at her job?
• Is she honest?
• Is she comfortable talking about her feelings?
• Does she have any addictions or bad habits?

Anywhooo . . . Once he got on the phone with her, they proceeded to talk for 45 minutes!  45 mintues!!!  About nothing but nonsense I can assure you – because I was eavesdropping.  At the end of the conversation I hear him say “I’m really hungry.  Can I go have my breakfast now?”

Well, no woman girl is going to tell MY beloved son when he can and can not have his breakfast!  No Siree – I’ll not have it!  The minute he hung up the phone I was all over him.

“You do NOT have to ask HER permission to have your breakfast!”  I exclaimed.  “You can have your breakfast whenever YOU darn well please.  She is NOT the boss of you!”  I explained.  Because we don’t want him falling into any unhealthy dependant behaviour this early in the game, do we?

“YOU are the boss of you until there’s a wedding ring on that finger Mister!  Then, and only then, can she tell you what to do!”

Fortuantely The Husband wasn’t in the room at the time or he might have tried to argue that particular point and blown the whole thing.