Our little Macy has a ton of admirers. I have to constantly move the boys who crowd around her on the carpet as if she were made of legos.
I called her on it during our “reading group” time this morning.
“Macy, why are all the boys in this class in love with you?” I asked with a laugh.
“I have NO idea,” she replied, wide-eyed. “Anyways, I like Gregg Dabagger.”
“WHO?” I asked in surprise. (I thought with all my might, but I didn’t recall anyone in first grade named Gregg Dabagger.)
“Gregg Dabagger. You know. He works at da grocery store! He puts our food in da bags and he always gives me stickers.”
(Hear that boys? Stickers are the way to a girl’s heart. )