Someone has a crush on the Monkey. MY HEART, Gorgeouses — IT MELTS. I’ve been hearing for a few months now about how much she loves this boy and that boy, and, mostly, this boy. And I’ve heard about how this boy calls her “little,” and I’ve assured her (based on my own experience) that usually when a boy teases you it means he LIKES you. This, of course, doesn’t make her feel better. So I’ve also assured her that “good things come in small packages” and that (based on my own experience) it’s “fun being little.”

But, never mind. There was no speculation required when I picked the Monkey up from school the other day. Someone has a crush on her. (We’ll call him M.) Immediately, as I walked in to retrieve the Monkey, there was M, all over her. “Is she missing a tooth?” he asked me, dazzled by the apparent gap….*

I chatted with M’s mom for a bit, and she was so excited to share the news: “Haley, he talks about her non-stop. I’m not kidding.” We turned to look at him, and there he was trying to hug my little Monkey.

Although this makes me endlessly proud and all fuzzy inside, the Monkey acts like she hates it: “I don’t WANT M to like me. NO, Mama, NO!” So I’m trying not to make a big deal about it. The boy talks are starting, and I have to plant the seeds for good communication! I never want to make her feel uncomfortable or embarrassed around me when it comes to BOYS. And I THINK I want her to tell me everything. So, I act interested but nonchalant. “M loves Monkey,” I say, “How cool is that to have someone think you’re extra special? So, what else happened today?”

For me, Kindergarten was, like, every little girl’s dream. I remember it vividly. FIVE boys had a crush on me. They’d line up in front of me during playtime — me, in my pigtails and favourite Olive Oyl t-shirt. I was to choose which boy I was going to play with after school by pointing at each of them, chanting….

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe,
Catch a tiger by the toe.
If he hollers let him go,
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe.

Of course, I liked Jason best and promised him that my finger would land on his knee in the end…. And it did. And we played with my dog after school, crouched under the dining room cabinet.

And (segue par excellence), SPEAKING OF CRUSHES…, who else has a humongous crush on Matthew Morrison… (or at least his voice)? BUST IT!

Move over, Justin Timberlake. I AM TELLING you!

Also — CRUSH — Sidney Crosby!!!!!!!

GO CANADA!!! Or, as the Rascal and Monkey like to say, “GO RED!” Best Olympics EVER!!!

LOVE!

xo Haley-O

*It is only an apparent gap from an old injury…. Long story.

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