My youngest daughter brought a friend home from school, and in the car the nine-year-olds sat in the back chatting about an emerging topic for their age: boys.
“What if there was a boy sat next to you?” my daughter asked her friend.
“That would be yucky,” the friend said.
“What if he was your boyfriend?” my daughter asked.
My daughter said there’s a boy who likes her friend.
“Yeah, I know,” the friend said. “But I’m not letting him like me. All I do is bother him.”
“Yeah, that’s what we have to do to boys. We have to bother them.”
“Never kiss them.”
“No way, yuck, yuck, yuckity yuck!”