It's that time of year again. The time for eight-year-old talk about love, kissing, boyfriends, and girlfriends.
Note intercepted in class last week: Dear Cute Boy, I think you smell like coconut.
Recently, Cute Boy was being teased by some other kids about his love interest. Actually, it's not really his love interest at all, but he's cute and nice enough that Love-Struck Girl has eyes only for him. And lets him know it. Anyway, the old song was being sung: X and Y sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G.... and so on. Cute boy was not impressed, and when he got home, told his mum, "I don't know why they were singing that song - I haven't even been in a tree with Love-Struck Girl!"
Today, just before our writing time, we had a class talk about all this love stuff. As soon as I brought up the topic, I heard a chorus of, "Ooooh, disgusting!" So I talked about crushes, noticing a few knowing looks, and explained that this isn't the age to focus on girlfriends and boyfriends, but it's nice to have good friends, and blah blah blah. Finally, one sweet boy put up his hand and asked, "Mrs. W, are we going to have to write about this?" When I said no, there was a collective sigh of relief. Poor children. Imagine having to write about love and kissy-kissy!