Dating. Crushing.

Maitresse is dating.

So it came as no surprise when A slipped into my room late at night, and after a rather lengthy conversation about my dating life (totally controlled yet open, if that makes sense) he started to speak awkwardly in French.

In French.

"Why not speak to me in English?"

Yes, I was that tired.

Then it came. A has a crush. I have always approved of the fine young girls he crushes on, and this one was no exception. But that he told me in French, after first finding a common ground on which to speak about it, really touched me.

Really touched me.

He'll make a good lawyer one day.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Wow. I am so very unprepared for this phase of parenting!