Yesterday, when I went to pick up my daughter Gigi from preschool, a little boy — A — was at his usual spot, waiting for her. He gave me a sweet smile and big hug. "He thinks Jamie is going to be his mother-in-law once day," A's mom explained to another mom. "Aw!" the other mom said. "Is Gigi your girlfriend?" "No!" I piped up cheerily before A could say anything. "They're just very good friends." This is not only a statement of truth, but the fact is I'll never let another child call my daughter their girlfriend. Certainly not at this age, at least.
This has nothing to do with a creepy desire to keep my daughter boyfriend-free until she's 35. And it absolutely isn't personal. I think A is the sweetest boy in the world. I mean, I genuinely adore this little guy. Honestly, I find his "intentions" to be absolutely precious, and his mom and I joke together about our "future-in-law" status. But we never joke within our kids' hearing. We haven't established this as an official rule, but she's hella cool and I feel like we're on the same page about this issue.
What our kids have is too adorable to change a damn thing about it. And if I won't even accept that my daughter is A's "girlfriend," I'm not going to let anyone else give her that title either, for all of the following reasons: