G+M=TL4E?

Gage + M = True Love 4 Ever?

Well, Gage has his first girlfriend.

Her name is "M."
{okay, not really, but that's what we will call her here...}

Around our house, we've heard of M, and her role as his girlfriend...
...but, one day last week when I took Gage to school, the teacher said, "Gage and M are quite the item, and everyone in class knows it."
From what I gather, she wears the pants in the relationship.
Bless her little heart---she's a bit bossy. But, apparently, Gage falls right into line with her requests. According to Hubby, "Oh, look. Gage likes a girl just like his mother."
Who? Me? Bossy? Never. {"Now, put your socks in the dirty clothes hamper and take out the trash!"}

So, how has M affected the Casa de Lainey-Paney?
Well---mornings before school now require a hair style.
A hair style. Whether it's spiky or in a faux-hawk---he requires a morning gel.
Apparently M likes the spikes. I spoke with her mother on the morning of the book fair, and she said that M has mentioned his spiky hair & she likes it.


What does Gage say about M's hair? "It's yellow like the sunshine." Hello! Melt any 4 year old's little heart!!! He's a pre-k Shakespeare, I tell you.
Mommy: "What color are her eyes?"
Gage: "She has eyes."
Mommy: "Well, I know, but what color are they?"
Gage: "I don't know, but she has eyes. She has two eyes."
...good to know.

What other change has M brought to the Casa de Lainey-Paney?
The request {and by that, I mean demand} for new clothes.
Yes, that's right. He's 4 and he is already thinking about his wardrobe & its affect on the ladies.

Scene: Front Porch. Last Wednesday morning before school. He wanted to wear his cowboy boots. They are bright-freakin'-orange. So, I dressed him in his orange "buckaroo" shirt. It was fine for 20 minutes.

So, I decide to snap a few pics of Gage. My arms are loaded down with his school backpack, my purse, his lunch box, my cup of coffee...the front door is locked, and he SUDDENLY has this revelation that THIS orange shirt is NOT what M wants to see, and he must change immediately.

The answer was no.
We didn't change the shirt.
But he did throw a boot-kickin' fit that included him shouting, "I NEED NEW CLOTHES!"
Are you kidding me?

I have a feeling that the teen years are going to be long. Very.Very.Long.