Last week, I was dropping the kids off at school. Reagan looked ahead and saw a classmate, Dustin, get out of his truck. She says, rather loudly and excitedly, “It’s Dustin!!” and hurries to get her seatbelt off and get out the door.
Me: Do you like Dustin, Reagan?
Reagan: As a friend! (still fiddling with her backpack and trying to get out the door)
Me: are you sure? You’re trying awfully hard to get out there to him.
Reagan: He’s just my FRIEND!!!! (As she flies out the door, leaving it wide open, and walks at a very fast pace to try and catch up to him)
Me to Zac: Well, I guess you’re not walking up with Reagan today.
Zac: Yeah. I guess she likes Dustin.
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