In recent weeks my daughter has begun waxing poetic about a boy named Tyler. Tyler is in her Kindergarten class at school. She drew a picture of the two of them together. Holding hands. There is a flower between them, which she assures me is a "flower of friendship."
Her dad and I are a little bit concerned. Maybe we need to get some additional information about this young rapscallion. Find out what his intentions are. I keep picturing P sitting on our front porch, sharpening his old Marine Corps sword as the wee beau approaches up the front walk.
I was combing the kid's hair after her bath last night. "I need to know more about this Tyler character," I told her. "For example, what are his employment prospects? Does he have a job?"
Her face brightened. "We both have the same job!" she exclaimed. "I pass out the napkins and Tyler passes out the snacks!"
At least he's got some domestic skills, I guess.