Punkin was so excited to be coming with us to pick up her Aunt Dit from the train station this evening. (Dit works downtown and was sitting for us while the Cutest Boy and I went out for dinner. Dit was spending the night at our house and returning on the train the next morning.)

Punkin: Will Aunt Dit would be on the train tracks?
Me: No, (Lord I hope not!) but she'll be on the train.
Punkin: Will the train come right up to us?
Me: It will kind of do that, yes.
Punkin: Then we can tickle the train.

Ah... the world of a 3 year old.

Children are natural mimics, who act like their parents despite every effort to teach them good manners.

For those of you who thought that was "just talk" about me wearing my Hubby's class ring... look. I was able to get all the nail polish off of it (from a former girlfriend maybe?), I wrapped a bunch of string around it,and it's now resting comfortably on my finger. It's weighing my finger down as I type this... I'm not quite used to it yet, and it feels a little bulky with all that string on it. It makes me smile, though. It reminds me what it feels like to be young and have a crush on the cutest boy in class.

In this case, though, the Cutest Boy knows I exist. He is very aware of my crush on him, and doesn't mind it at all. He doesn't make fun of me behind my back or pass my notes to him around the class for everyone to read.

The Cutest Boy and I go out to dinner, we go bowling, we go to movies, we sit and cuddle and talk about our day. We look into each other's eyes and smile. We flirt with each other.

The best part is that we don't have to kiss goodnight at the door and part ways. We don't have a curfew. We won't get grounded or hollered at if we spend too much time together.

I have three new pictures of the two of us on my desk at work. The pictures were taken at his company's holiday party and my company's holiday party. We look happy. Very happy. We're hugging on each other. You can tell we were enjoying ourselves on both occasions.

In one picture, we're even cheek to cheek smiling at the camera. That's my favorite one. In all of our 14 years together, that is probably the best picture there is of the two of us.

(Unless you count the picture my mom took of our butts eons ago. We had jeans on. It's a long story...)

Oh... and the best thing about me and the Cutest Boy is... I can go all the way with him as much as I want and my dad won't come after him with a shotgun.

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