The other night before bed, my four-year old said, "Mommy, me and Taylor 'Swilft' broke up."
Me: "Oh really? Why?"
Him: "Because, because a girl in my class said she is my girlfriend now."
Me: "What is her name?"
Him: (In annoyed exasperation) "I don't know she's name!"
In addition to teaching him about the birds and the bees, it seems a grammar lesson is in order.
And so ends the cutest (and longest!) episode of puppy love I've witnessed thus far. The first of many, I imagine.