David: Mommie, know what? When I grow up I’m gonna marry Paige.
Me: You are? Did you ask Paige about that?
David: I told her.
Me: And what did she say?
David: I don’t know.
Me: Then how do you know she wants to marry you?
David: Because she holds my hand, and blows kisses to me.
Me: I think you’re a little young for that. Where do you hold hands?
David: In the lunch line, and the line waiting to get on the bus.
Me: Did the teacher see you?
Me: You know, the teacher might get after you if she sees you.
David: Yeah, but we’re sneaky.
Me: Five years old and sneaking around with girls already? God help me. Who started the hand holding? You or her?
David: She did.
Me: Isn’t she in your Sunday School class too?
Me: Well, at least it’s a nice girl from church.