As we prepared to head out for a playdate with one of Joseph's friends, O misheard me and thought we were going to the house of one of her classmates: Lucas.
We were not.
Her unconcealed disappointment surprised me a bit, as he was not one of the usual names she is prone to mention among her usual crew of preschool cronies.
"Who's Lucas", I asked.
"Lucas is from my school and he told me he loved me and that I am beautiful."
"Oh, that was nice. And what did you say?"
"I said thank you and said he could come to my house to watch Pinocchio."
That sounds like trouble.
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