This is the conversation Naomi and I had at lunch today, over a bowl of clam chowder:
Naomi: Mommy, I have a new friend at school that's a boy.
Me: Oh really? Boys make good friends. What's his name?
Naomi: I don't know, but he winked at me in music.
Me: He winked at you? Wow. Did you wink back?
Naomi: No. But I smiled at him.
Me: How does it make you feel when somebody winks at you?
Naomi: Good. It made me think "Oh, maybe he wants me to be his friend."
Me: Its nice to have new friends, isn't it?
Naomi: Yes. I got to be on his monster team when we went out for recess.
Me: His monster team? We're you one of the monsters?
Naomi: No. I got to be his dog.
I was supposed to say "Oh, that's great!" , but I couldn't. I let the conversation end there. My daughter......some boy's dog.
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