. . . or should I be scared?
I took each of the girls on a mommy daughter date today. Most of my conversations with kids were typical little kid stuff, but not Dorothy. We had a fun filled talk about what the appropriate age for dating is (one of her 1st grader friends apparantly has a boyfriend). Oh the horror! To talk to your 6 year old about boyfriends and such.
Apparantly, after she was home and I was out with the next daughter, she grilled dad. “When will I know I’m in love?” “How did you know you loved mommy?” And so on.
Upon arriving home from our date just now, I showed Paul the photo I posted today for the scavenger hunt of Dorothy sitting in the steering wheel of the car, with the title of “Dreaming”. He gave a chuckle, “Oh! That reminds me of something else she asked me about.”
“What’s that?” I asked.
“She asked, ‘Daddy, when will I be old enough to drive?'”
Am I ready for this?