It's official. My eight-year-old son has a girlfriend. You may remember her from a couple of months ago - the nice little girl with whom he sat on the carpet during carpet time.
"Yeah, Mama," he said. "She's my girlfriend."
"You mean a friend that's a girl, right?"
My father, who had been visiting, put in his two cents. "When I was in the second grade, I had a girlfriend, too."
I made a face at him.
He continued. "I remember one day I walked her home from school. There was a little hill. At the bottom, I gave her a kiss."
"Dad!" I said, hardly believing that he would share such a story. "Don't give him any ideas!"
I looked at Bubba. He had a mischievous twinkle in his big blue eyes. And he was grinning from ear to ear.
Great. Now I have to worry about my boy sneaking off with a second grade girl, trying to kiss her. What next?