Bubba's Girlfriend

It's official.  My eight-year-old son has a girlfriend.  You may remember her from a couple of months ago - the nice little girl with whom he sat on the carpet during carpet time.

"Yeah, Mama," he said.  "She's my girlfriend."

"You mean a friend that's a girl, right?"

"No.  Girlfriend."

My father, who had been visiting, put in his two cents.  "When I was in the second grade, I had a girlfriend, too."

I made a face at him.

He continued.  "I remember one day I walked her home from school.  There was a little hill.  At the bottom, I gave her a kiss."

"Dad!" I said, hardly believing that he would share such a story. "Don't give him any ideas!"

I looked at Bubba.  He had a mischievous twinkle in his big blue eyes.  And he was grinning from ear to ear.

Great.  Now I have to worry about my boy sneaking off with a second grade girl, trying to kiss her. What next?