Yesterday the youngest of the two boys who have been hanging out with us a lot of late asked deb innocently if she was married (he of Olympics melt down fame, remember… where i, kimi, was his saviour???).
Hmmm she hawed… No, i’m not. Silence. Then in a small voice, he says, well maybe you could marry me?
It actually be a lot cuter if he wasn’t hitting on my girl, or if he saying it to me… after all, did i mention i was his melt down saviour??
After a bit they got called home, and both reluctantly took off (we were on a bug hunt at the time… so it wasn’t a good moment!). The little one comes right back, and asks for a hug…. i walk over, thinking ok, he’s redeemed himself somewhat…. when he says i mean “can i get a hug from deb”!
Ouch. Burn.
.. if he wasn’t 5 i’d have to hurt him











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