Six-year-old love is sweet and so are you

Yesterday afternoon, during the drive home from school:

Her: I want to get my friend J something special for Valentines Day.

Me: Oh really? Like what?

Her: Like… a box shaped like a heart full of chocolate. Or some Transformers.

Me: [Grinning] Well, either of those could be good.
Chocolate or Transformers is good.

Her: Yeah. I want to give him a present and a special card and a poem.
Because I like him.

Me: [Melting] A poem? Aww, that’s so nice.

Her: Yeah. You want to hear my poem for him? It goes:

Roses are Red

Violets are blue

J is sweet

And so are you!

Me: Hmm. Don’t you mean “Sugar is sweet / And so are you”?

Her: No, I mean him. HE’S sweet.

And now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to need a few moments to sweep up all the stray shards of my heart that just shattered all over the floor. SIGH.

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11 Responses to Six-year-old love is sweet and so are you

  1. rachel says:

    Oh that's just the most adorable thing I've heard in a long time. Heartbreakingly sweet!

  2. Joy says:

    Got an extra dust pan for me? I needed that innocent touch of sweetness today. Thanks for sharing!

  3. Shannon says:

    Cutest thing I have read in a LONG time! 🙂 Good luck… 😉

  4. So sweet! Sounds like something my own darling 6 year old would come up with. I think she's still secretly pining away for the 11 year old boy she met this past summer while camping…. 😉

  5. Leaving a comment see?
    I love this story sweet and totally what we need for Valentine's day !

  6. Khadra says:

    that is so sweet!

  7. Pando says:

    Awww. Adorable.
    Also:Please note the fact that this is a comment, just for you.

  8. Sivy says:

    Aw! So sweet it makes my teeth hurt!

  9. Enna says:

    This cheered me up today, thanks.

  10. Momo Fali says:

    You should have just left the shards on the floor. I have a feeling you'll be sweeping them up quite often as she gets older. BIG sigh…

  11. We don't tell each other this stuff enough as adults. We're all restrained and shit. We don't just say "Why did you just do that? That hurt me." or "I just think you're sweet and you make me happy, and so hey, let's dance around and get goofy."
    Well. We do that now and then but both require alcohol. Too bad.

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