So the other day at work I had the most ridiculous conversation with three of my sweet kindergartners. All girls as if the following conversation wouldn’t be enough proof. It all started because one of the 5 year olds kept talking about how one of the other 5 year olds was her boyfriend. It went like this:
Me: You’re too young for a boyfriend.
G: I’m SIX years old. (this stated with an eye roll so intense I’m still amazed it didn’t hurt her)
Me: Ok, well why do you need a boyfriend?
J: BEcause, we like boys.
Me: Well then what does that mean?
G: We have a friends and it’s a boy.
Me: So you have lots then?
J: Nooooo. A boyfriend is someone you’re gonna hafta marry.
S: I’m gonna marry my daddy even though he’s gonna be a grandpa when I’m old.
J: YOU CAN’T MARRY YOUR PARENTS!
G: Yeah. Because he’ll be dead when you’re old.
[everyone shrugs and continues coloring pictures of tinkerbell]
and that friends is why i love my job.