The Boy: I'm telling people I don't love her anymore.
Me: Are you just telling people that or do you really not like her anymore?
(stressing the word "like" because he's not even 9 yet, people).
The Boy: No, I'm not in love with her anymore.
Me: What happened?
The Boy: I don't really know. Besides, it would never work out.
Me: Why not?
The Boy: Well, we'd have to go to college and move away from each other and then we'd never see each other again.
I'm raising a fatalist. A romantic fatalist, but a fatalist nonetheless.
I'm going to remind him of this conversation when he's a teenager, helplessly adrift in a sea of testosterone and begging for money to take his latest trollop out for ice cream, a movie, and a little back seat action.
The Boy and the only woman who will ever matter :)