Conversation With Adam

I went to the grocery store yesterday afternoon. Adam asked if he could come, too. So as we were riding in the car this conversation took place:

Adam: Can I tell you something?
Samantha: Of course!
A: There's a girl I like.
S: Really?
A: Yeah.
S: What's her name?
A: Cheyenne
S: Wow! pretty name.
A: Yeah.
S: What is it that you like about her?
A: I don't know...she's pretty.
S: What color is her hair?
A: Brown.
S: Brown is nice. I like brown. What color are her eyes?
A: Brown.
S: Brown is nice. I like brown.
A: (giggling a little) Me too.
S: Is she nice?
A: I don't know. She's in one of my classes, but I haven't talked to her.
S: Does she have a nice smile?
A: Yes.
S: Is she tall? or short?
A: She's about the same size as you.
S: Hmmm...well, I think it's really nice that you like her.
A: Yeah, but I don't want anyone to tease me or tell me to hold her hand or stuff. So I'm telling you instead of my friends at school.
S: I see. You understand now, that as your mom, I have to tell you that you can look but not touch.
A: MOM!! I'm scared to even talk to her! I'm not going to touch her!!
S: I was pretty sure you wouldn't, but thought I should probably mention it. That's what mom's are supposed to do.
A: But you're not a real mom.
S: Yeah, my children keep reminding me of that.
A: That's a good thing, Mom.

Adam makes me laugh. I love that boy.