Tonight Logan plopped next to me on the couch and said, “I want to tell you something, but it’s embarrassing.”
“What is it?” I asked.
He covered his mouth with his hands in that shy, embarrassed way he does, and glanced at his sisters, sitting nearby. Then he leaned over and whispered, “I have a crush on you.”
“You do?” I said, genuinely surprised.
“Yes. I just love you SO much!” he said, wriggling his skinny little body in semi-repressed exuberance. “That’s what a crush means. It means you love someone a lot.”
A few minutes later, Logan announced the news to Cody: “I told Mom I have a crush on her.”
“Ew,” said Cody promptly, better understanding both the definition and inappropriateness of having a crush on one’s mother.
Somehow I don’t think this crush will be lasting much longer.
What a great mom moment! Enjoy them while you can, right?
Very true, Jenny. I’m sure this is the first and last time I’ll ever hear these words. =)