Flower: [about two birds fluttering around] Well! What's the matter with them?
Thumper: Why are they acting that way?
Friend Owl: Why, don't you know? They're twitterpated.
Flower, Bambi, Thumper: Twitterpated?
Friend Owl: Yes. Nearly everybody gets twitterpated in the springtime. For example: You're walking along, minding your own business. You're looking neither to the left, nor to the right, when all of a sudden you run smack into a pretty face. Woo-woo! You begin to get weak in the knees. Your head's in a whirl. And then you feel light as a feather, and before you know it, you're walking on air. And then you know what? You're knocked for a loop, and you completely lose your head!
Thumper: Gosh, that's awful.
Flower: Gee whiz.
Friend Owl: And that ain't all. It could happen to anyone, so you'd better be careful.
Have I mentioned that we go to speech every Monday, due to the boy's very interesting articulation. No? Oh, well we do. No need to panic, he simply has been slow to properly articulate words and so being the hovering parents that we are, we dumped him in speech when he turned three. The word Apraxia was thrown around loosely for a little while, but since he has made vast improvements and according to his therapist he most likely will be done with therapy by the fall. Hallelujah.
During this hour long session baby girl and I wait in the lobby and make messes. We used to observe the boy in the secret room behind the window that looks like a mirror (you know, like you see on Law and Order..duh duhn...that was the Law and Order sound.) But baby girl was getting a tad too loud and it was no longer a secret. So we were banished to the lobby. All kinds of distractions walk through the door. One in particular as far as baby girl was concerned. A teenager, and actually as far a teenagers go a fairly attractive one, maybe 16? Baby girl all of the sudden got in command of her feminine wiles and started to FLIRT...shamelessly too I might add. She was smiling and giving the kid the doe eyes, then she would, no lie, blush and bury her face in my shoulder. It was cute and a tad bit weird at the same time. Her Daddy was ready to clean the guns.
We were at parent teacher conferences for the boy, yep they got 'em in preschool too, and we found out that he had kissed a little girl. His teacher said it happened during an unfamiliar to me verse of If You're Happy and You Know It...which goes "if you're happy and you know it kiss the air." He, instead of kissing the air, ran over and kissed *Lacey* (name has been changed due to possible Internet whack jobs.) His teacher was quick to point out that it was all very cute and innocent. We have been told by *Lacey's* family that she may harbor the same feelings for the boy. And the cutest part of all was last night when the boy stated out of nowhere "*Lacey* is prettier than all the princesses." He says that about me sometimes, and I then remember why he is so adorable...but it is spring and it appears that both kids are twitterpated. I could freak out about it, but I won't, it is too cute, but in ten years there will be some major freaking out going on.