Gross

When feeding Kate tonight, I called her my girlfriend. As in, 'Okay, girlfriend, you have to keep your food in your mouth' or some such thing. Sam said, "Mom, she can't be your girlfriend."

"Why?" I asked.

"Only boys have girlfriends. Girls have boyfriends."

"Oh, I see. But you're too young to have a girlfriend, right?"

"Right, when I become a mommy or daddy or bigger like that, then I can be big enough to have a girlfriend," he said.

"But I'm big. I can have a boyfriend, right?"

"Yeah."

"Sweet. Daddy can be my boyfriend," I said.

"Yeah, Daddy is your boyfriend," Sam said. Then he added, "But don't kiss him. That would be gross."