Just Like Me?

No, this isn't a threat like you may think it is. It's a note that my dearest Megan wrote for a clever little boy named Cameron that has caught her attention. Yes, she admits that she chases him around the playground during recess. And that she is going to get her other friends to chase him, too, because they think he's cute also. *Sigh* I'm doomed. You see, this loving and emotionally expressive child of mine has a gene that starts off innocent enough. We saw the signs in pre-school when she would only talk about Vito and AJ. There may have been two other names but they escape me. And our best friends' middle son Benjamin. She couldn't decide which one she wanted to marry. Cute, right?

So, kindergarten starts and her stories about Thomas were endless. HE was the cutest boy ever or so she thought. I asked her, "Why do you like him, Megan?" to which she replied, "Oh, he's funny like Daddy." Adorable, I know, right? (We ran into Thomas who was with his Grandmother at a craft show. He was darling.) Here's where we get to this being a big deal. This year, she decides she's all into Jayden. He's apparently cute and hilarious, too. One evening last month I joined the PTA group for their annual meeting at the local watering hole. It was fun and I wanted to branch out and see if any of these ladies were fun to hang out with. They are. I introduce myself and begin to share that I have a daughter, who is six, yada yada. Three of them exclaim, "OH, YOU'RE MEGAN'S MOM!"



Huh?



I find out that Megan has caught the attention of a Patrick, a Logan, and an already famous Thomas. In fact, she's all they spoke about over summer vacation. *Sigh* You should see the look on Kevin's face and the shake of his head whenever this stuff is mentioned. It's disdain for anything male and the inevitable trouble this fantastic little lady is going to be for us and those that decide to come near her.


Today, this Monday in January, it's Cameron. He's likely to have the cutest dimples anyone has ever seen. I do know that all this will eventually will warp into BOY - CRAZY. Mix that with teen-age and there's an instant recipe for wrinkles, the rest of my hair turning grey and a speed dial number to the manufacturer of chastity belts when she doesn't meet her curfew. Do they still make those or do I have to break into a museum? This of course lends me a memory or (ahem) two that I may have of having crushes on boys (Joshua Jackson - first grade - had the most endearing freckles). Maybe she's a bit like me after all.


My daughter may not have blonde hair or grey eyes like me, and may be charming & funny like her Dad, but has all the makings of announcing herself as an official carrier of the boychasing gene.

*Sigh*