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My oldest dd had a little crush in Kindergarten. This is the story of her dressing up to impress him and coming home like this.

THe rub ons above the picture read:
a love story, a comedy, a cautionary tale
and below the picture
what will happen to our heroine next?

and if you want to read the whole story, it's behind the picture, pulled out by the xoxo tab, and reads:

Approximately a week ago, Hannah came home from Kindergarten with an announcement.

"Mom, I need to tell you something. I have a boyfriend."

Me: "Oh, really, what is his name?"
Hannah: "I don't actually know his name, but he's so sweet. Most of the boys chase me at recess, but he is sweet to me, and I am sweet to him."
Me: "But you don't know his name?"
Hannah: "No, but I'm going to ask him next recess."

Flash forward three days to Monday morning.

Hannah: "Mom, I'm going to wear a dress to school today, and could you curl my hair so it flips out like this?"
(and gestures extravagant curls)
Me: "Hannah, I don't like you wearing dresses to school."
Hannah: "Why not a skirt then, oooh, with tights underneath.
Can I wear a skirt with tights underneath?"
Me: (sigh) "I guess so, if you wear shorts underneath."
She gets dressed.
Hannah: "Oh, I look so beautiful. I think when he sees me he will tell me how beautiful I am."
Me: "Don't expect too much, Hannah, sometimes boys are shy about telling girls how beautiful they are. It doesn't mean that you aren't beautiful, but sometimes boys are stinky like that."
Hannah: "Oh, not him, mom, he's sweet."

We do her hair, and wait for time to head to the bus stop. She is working feverishly at the table on a piece of art work. As we get ready to leave, she slyly folds up the paper, and sticks it in the front pocket of her backpack.

Me: "Hannah, can I see your picture?"
Hannah: "OK, but don't rip it, it's for my boyfriend."
I unfold the paper, and see the following:

a large heart with an arrow through it
smaller hearts surrounding it
the words: I like you

and on the other side:

To: you
From: Hannah

Oh boy, are you serious? She's five!!

So she wears her carefully chosen outfit, sporting her carefully styled
hair-do, carrying her love letter, and climbs on the bus with all the confidence in the world.

and three and a half hours later...

She climbs off the bus, looking like this.
Note the bandages. Apparently, her efforts made quite an impression. Her version of the story goes something like this:

"I was walking into school from the bus, and I thought I saw him, so I started running, and then I fell and I scraped my knees. The other Kindergarten teacher took me in her room and gave me the band-aids. It was Mrs. Barrett. That's his teacher. And he was in there. And when I left to go to my class, I asked him what his name was, and he said 'Collin'. He's very sweet. You know how I know? Because he whispered it."

Okay. So, the big question. Did she give him the note? When I asked her, she said,

"No, someone took it on the bus, and they crumpled it up and threw it in the garbage, and I couldn't give him a crumpled up letter, so I am going to have to make him another one."
Ah, young love. And heaven help me.


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