H, with a suppressed grin: Mommy, I have a boyfriend at camp.
Me, playing it cool: What is his name?
H: I don’t know.
Me: How do you know he is your boyfriend?
H: He asked me. I’m going to marry him.
Me: How old is he? What does he look like?
H: He’s four like me and had on a Darth Vader shirt.
She tells Michael the same thing and he immediately interrupts with a loud “WHAT?!” She shuts down. Daddy just learned an important lesson.
FREERANGETHREE 