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.