Malia(getting in the car after school): Mom, do you know what I decided today?
Me: No Malia, what did you decide?
Malia: I decided that love stinks when you're six.
Me (smiling): Really? Why?
Malia: Because, today Ilan broke up with me. He told me he is too young for a girlfriend.
Me: Well, he is too young, and so are you.
Malia: Well, now Micah likes me. But I am just going to be friends with him.
Me: Really? That's a great idea.
Malia (after a long pause and sigh): Yeah, but love still stinks. Because I feel sad.
Me (thinking): Get used to it! It only gets worse the older you get in school.
What I actually said: I know honey, but you'll meet someone else.
Malia (brightening up): Yeah, I told Ilan we could be "together" when we're in high school. He said okay! Now I have to wait ALL those years.
Me(thinking again): WHAT AM I IN FOR????
Two days later at parent teacher conference:
Malia's teacher: Has Malia mentioned anything about boys to you?
Me (cringing): Ummm...yeah.
Teacher: She really likes them and they like her.
Me (cringing, panicking and thinking again): WHAT AM I IN FOR???