I can not remember who is my first kiss at the age of 5 years old. One time while trying to put my shoes beside my youngest son, I was informed of something about his little love story.
(**picture courtesy of Flickr)M: Dad, do you know ahmmmm, I have a girlfriend already!?
(smiling)Me: Ohhhh, really?
(pretending not so serious)M: Ya!
Me: Ohhhh, what is her name?!
(smiling)J: Kasandra! (really shouted the name)
M: Kuya!!!Let me tell the story!
Me: Ok, how can you tell that she is your girlfriend? Did you court her?
M: No
Me: Then how can you say that she is your girlfriend?
M: One time I gave a toy to her and...
Me: And then what?
M: She said thank you, then kissed me!
Me: Ok and then?
M: She is my girlfriend coz she kissed me.
Me: Where is she now?
M:She is in Grade One now.
Me: What?! You told me that you have a girlfriend and how could you have a girlfriend if she is already grade one.
(M is in kindergarden at the moment)M: I know she will wait....and I will have same school like her.
Me: Ha ha ha ha.
Next time I will ask M when will he marry the girl?(ha ha ha)