Summer lovin'

We think Jack has a girlfriend. Well, technically his first friend, not counting the cousins. In his defense, it is hard to meet a lot of people when you are home with dad everyday and you are three.

Anyway, over Memorial Day weekend, we noticed he was closely watching our five-year old neighbor girl twirl a stick in her yard.

Me: "Hey Jack, do you want to go say hello to her?"

Jack: (resounding) "Yes!"

And we march over for introductions...

DAY 1: The first meeting, Jack said not a word—following all instructions of little, bossy, older woman.

DAY 2: Girl comes over to play in Jack's new sand in his sandbox. Jack still says no words, and loses his mind—disrobes and runs around our backyard naked as a jaybird. Girl seems undisturbed by his outburst of crazy. I, embarrassed, relay incident to her mother so that she doesn't hear a weird secondhand story from her five-year old. Sigh.

DAY 3: Jack: "Do you think she is sleeping? Do you think she is eating breakfast now? Do you think she will come out to play? That's her house over there." The neighbors, who have thankfully put the streaking episode behind them, invite Jack over for three hours of playtime in their backyard. (Hmm...we could get used to this).

DAY 4: Jack wears an amulet of his devotion around his neck all day (bubble necklace given to him from new favorite girl).

Watch out ladies...