The following is a conversation that was had whilst driving the kids home from the market:Daughter:
Yeah so last year, a bunch of the girls in my class really liked you A (Son). They thought you were so cute!Son:
Oh yeah, those are my special girls.Me (choking...HE'S ONLY JUST ENTERED KINDERGARTEN):
Your what??Son (matter of factly and quite smugly):
My special girls...you know they think I'm cute and everything.Me (wants to say...Boyo you will belong to me for sometime before you get swept away by some girl...):
That's nice, son.