Z fell in love with Q. They met last year, but this time they seemed to really hit it off when her family stayed with us for the weekend. Z usually prefers older kids when it comes to play time, but he pulled me aside and said, "Mama, even though Q is littler than me, I REALLY like her. She talks just as much as I do." Now that's saying something.
Then later in the trip, Z pulls me aside again. "Mama, it was so fun snuggling with Q on the netting!" Then he pulled me close in a whisper. "And mama, I have to tell you something. I kissed her. On the arm." I told him that was very sweet and then of course violated my only son's trust and immeddiately told Q's mom as if WE were the ones who were just kids. The mamas of course thought it was the cutest thing ever. Q's dad, on the other hand, decided he needed a drink and started talking of closets and shotguns.