So #2, who as you know is 3, and maybe I should just call her 3 instead of the ickier #2, anyway 3 spent the whole weekend talking about a new boy in her class. She wants to invite him over for a playdate. So I send an email to the mom, who I know socially even though her boy is new to the school and so I don’t know him so well, and she says Oh yes he’s been talking about her too. And thus the playdate is arranged.
So I’m a little surprised first of all to see how tall the boy is, and then I’m really surprised that he’s written 3 a note that says Dear 3, I am so happy that you are my best friend. I’m thinking this is pretty amazing, for a preschooler! Then, when he reads something out loud to me, I have to ask him, Friend of 3, how old are you? He replies, I’ll be six in July. I almost fell off the bench! Somehow my little 3 has managed to reel in a boy more suited to play with her older sister!
But they played together beautifully. He is quite devoted to her. He wished in the wishing “well” up the street that they could live together forever and be together all the time (she wished that he would stay for dinner). The next day, at school, she started pouting when he tried to play with another kindergarten boy. At the mere sight of her bowed head and trembling bottom lip, he quick as a wink grabbed her hand and went running off with her. I tell you, I’m just so blown away. She’s never made a friend at school — most of her friends are her sister’s friends’ little siblings — so it’s really very sweet, and amazing.
AND his parents are fabulous people! I’ve got both girls hooked up with good families. Phew! My work here is DONE!
(Flickr photo courtesy of Maggie Woo)