The other day, the preschool director brought a matter to our attention.
It seems my little princess has become smitten with the cute boy in class and has claimed him as her own. And over the past few weeks, she has stepped up her game.
She knows what she wants and does what she needs to let it be known. The boy is hers.
She tells the other girls that he is HERS. And holds his hand. And gives him hugs. And tells him to follow her here and there around the playground. Under the tunnel. On the tire swing. Wherever she wants. She rests her head on his shoulder.
Yeah. My preschooler is that little girl!
So, I had to have a talk with her. On what’s appropriate behavior with little boys. And that I’m happy that she has made friends with this little guy.
But, kissing and hugging isn’t for little girls and boys.
She’s been watching too many princess movies, perhaps. And wanting her own happily ever after. Can’t say I blame her. I’m enjoying my fairy tale.
It was a delicate conversation, but I think I handled it.
But in no uncertain terms, she let it be known to me, “Mom, he’s my friend.”
And that part is just so sweet, I can hardly stand it.