ME: Did I tell you, Grammy? Julius has a girlfriend.
GRAMMY: A girlfriend? He’s six years old.
ME: Well, it’s not as though they’re dating, Grammy. It’s just one of those puppy love things.
GRAMMY: So who is she? Some six year old girl as mamby pamby as him? Lord, I can see it now. Mamby pamby’s in love, having mamby pamby children. Gives me the creeps.
ME: No, Grammy. Remember the duck that got eaten in the play? That’s her. They’re in the same class at school. He brought her flowers - dandelions he picked in the school yard.
GRAMMY: Oh, now there’s trouble. Better hope she’s not allergic, or you’ll have a law suit on your hands. And tell him never to touch her. Even if they’re playing tag. They’ll accuse him of sexual harassment.
ME: Grammy, it’s first grade. He doesn’t even know what sex is.
GRAMMY: Oh, get your head out of the gutter, Barbara. This isn’t about sex. This is Julius we’re talking about.
ME: What’s that supposed to mean?
GRAMMY: Murphy’s Law, Barbara. If anything can go wrong, it will. The boy’s doomed.
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