First Crush

Last week I got to have a sleepover with my favorite 8 year old, Macy.

We went to the mall to try on sunglasses and all the perfumes.

We went swimming then had ramen for dinner, which was a treat for her.

We ate ice cream and chips and watched Chronicles of Narnia till she fell asleep.

It was delightful.

While we were swimming, she asked me if I had a boyfriend.

Not currently, no.

Then she insisted I tell her all about every boy I've dated in chronological order and why I am not dating them anymore.

And is there anyone I'm interested in?

Yes.

{he knows who he is and maybe we could be together one day after I murder we conquer our current obstacles}

So of course the only polite thing to do was ask her about her love life.

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Oh yes," came the reply.

"I have eight of them."

Eight??

I've been playing this game for years and can barely keep one!

I was impressed.

But isn't she a little young?

And after hearing each entertaining description, I got to thinking about my first crush.

I was 5. 

Dylan.

He was a 5th grader.

My how I admired him.

By the time I was 8 I had moved on to bigger and better things, namely the star of Early Edition.

I think he was recently on Friday Night Lights.

Oh I was in love with him.

{so cute)

Now I just want that one curly headed fellow.

Unless Clark Kent shows up.

{yum}