Young Love

So today's post actually comes from a blog called Domestic which just so happens to be written by my best friend in the whole wide world, Melanie.

Me and Melanie (and our good friend Erin) circa 1994

Mel is a preschool teacher with a class full of 3-4 year olds and she comes home with the best stories from work. Stories that inevitably end with me exclaiming, "I can't believe this is your job!" Her most recent work related tale, one about young love and the little diva who's apparently the toast of the town, was too adorable not to share. Melanie writes:

Today, Little Miss Sunshine entered the classroom and announced that she had asked Billy to be her valentine. "He said yes, because I am going to give him looooots of valentine's cards next week." They proceeded to hold hands during circle and story time. Then, one of the other classes knocked on our door, because Small British Child had something to give to Little Miss Sunshine. Their interaction went something like this...

Small British Child: I have something for you. *hands over ziploc bag with small package inside* Be careful, it MIGHT have an egg in it!
Little Miss Sunshine: Oh, thank you. *opens package, decorated hardboiled egg emerges* Um, what is this?
Small British Child: Will you join me for a play date?
Little Miss Sunshine: Of course! *class leaves*
Me: LMS, do you and SBC hang out often?
Little Miss Sunshine: No, we've never talked before. But I think he likes my yoga poses."

This is the egg. No one can figure out the story behind it. I think its better that way.

There was also a note, that said:

"Please join me for a play date because I am very sweet."

Ahh, young love.

How freakin' cute is that?! Not to mention hysterical. I love the way children think. Now you understand my jealousy over the fact that Melanie gets to play with these little people all day long. Valentine's Day is definitely in the air. And, apparently, men my age can stand to take a few notes from the kids at Melanie's school!