Houston, we have a problem…
posted in Uncategorized |OmegaDotter, the four-year-old teenager, has a beau.
Actually, she has had this beau for about two years now, but it’s getting serious.
She announced to OmegaMom recently, “I’m going to marry C. Then he’s going to buy me some bras and dresses and shoes!”
Ooookay. OmegaMom can understand the dresses and shoes part. But bras?! Methinks its a little early to be thinking about bras and lingerie and stuff like that.
Just in case the reader wonders if this is a one-sided romance, OmegaMom chatted with C.’s mom recently, and got the word that C. informed her of the same thing during a visit to the Post Office, wherein C. asked if he could buy some stamps because he was going to marry OmegaDotter and he needed to get her some stamps to do so.
Well. The course of true love doesn’t necessarily run smooth.
Yesterday, when picking OmegaDotter up, OmegaMom was cornered by Miss Beth, the preschool/daycare administrator.
Miss Beth gave OmegaMom the hairy eyeball.
“OmegaDotter has a kissing problem.”
OmegaMom blinked at Miss Beth.
The sordid story emerged. OmegaDotter had been kissing C. one day, then was caught kissing P. the next. In the bathroom. Away from adult eyes.
Oh, the shame! The dotter is already sneaking around and kissing boys in the bathroom! And two-timing poor C.!
Miss Beth promptly began assuring OmegaMom that it’s not a big deal. In general. Kids being kids, “exploring their sexuality”. (OmegaMom staggered against the wall, closed her eyes, and winced at hearing that word applied to OmegaDotter. “Sexuality” and OmegaDotter do not go hand in hand. Please. Not until she’s, say, 34.)
But still. “Please, OmegaMom, just have a little talk with OmegaDotter about how kisses are for mommy and daddy and grannies.”
Oy! And I thought math homework was hard!
