Cake pop you say?

The Bandit informed me he no longer likes his friend Ashton.

“Why?” I asked. There seemed so many reasons not to like that particular boy.

“He’s dating two of my friends,” he informed me. I found this disturbing. My son is six, almost seven, but not quite. He’s in first grade.  “What does that mean, he’s ‘dating’ your friends?”

“I don’t know, they’re just dating.”

“Do they eat lunch together?”

“No.”

“Sit together at recess?”

“No.” I could tell he was already getting bored with the conversation, but I still had questions.

“Do they go anywhere?”

“No,” he sighed after saying it.

“Well, then what do they do that constitutes dating?”

“Sometimes they go get cake pops after school.” Well, I agree that is disturbing. I wouldn’t like that very much either.

But wait… “He’s dating both girls?”

“Yeah.” He nodded his head. 

“That seems a bit excessive,” I agreed. “Is he a playa?”

My son looked at me the way kids do when their parents try to use slang they have no business using.

“Yes,” he said.

“Do you like these girls? Is that the problem?”

“No, they’re just my friends.”

“So what do you care if he dates them both?” I used the word ‘date’ loosely since apparently only sticked pastries were involved.

“I don’t know, I just do.”  He flung himself off his bed with a great deal of flair. Clearly he was done with this line of questioning.

The girls are Jade and Mercedes. Does it make me awful to think those names sound an awful lot like strippers? Am I going to be that mom? I hope not. On the other hand, they are dating that creepy little kid for cake pops. Not that I haven’t been known to pay a compliment I didn’t mean if there was a cake pop in the offering.