*Or rather, in being invited to dinner after tutoring

Conversation with the 5 yr. old little brother of the sisters I work with, after they told me he liked a girl in his class.
Me: Ooh, tell me all about her!
Him: She’s so PRETTY! And sometimes she wears sparkles, like a sparkly top and sparkly pants.
Me: And do you get nervous when you talk to her?
Him: No. I love talking to her during recess and when we clean up.
Sisters: Do you looooove her?
Him: [Thinks it over for a sec] Yes! She’s like pooping!!

(Please let me know this family forever and please let them get married. I know what I will say in my wedding toast.)