First Crush

We all remember our first crush. Whether we were the crushee or the crusher. My dearest son has a crush. On Friday, he was disciplined because he was screaming at a girl, and when she wouldn't pay attention to him, he bopped her over the head with an empty plastic bottle. His story is he wanted to sing her a song. Today, he was spoken to because he kept making monkey noises towards Friday girl. Tonight, I asked him if he thought Ashley was pretty neat. He grinned and said, "yeah." Lee B. in the remotest off chance you happen to be reading this, I do remember the playground in 1st & 2nd grade. You could have serenaded me instead of chasing me around the school yard..... ;)
This evening, Andrew officially lost his first tooth.