"Mommy, when I bring plums into school for lunch, Timmy goes crazy."
"Oh, really? How?"
"Well, he jumps up and down and just starts yelling, 'Plum! Plum! Plum!"
"Wow, he really likes plums, huh?"
"So much. Now, when I get into school and I see him, he asks me, 'Do you have a plum today?' I say, 'Yes!' He starts going crazy again and then I say, 'Just kidding!' and then he gets really sad like this."
Makes a sad face with bottom lip jutting out. The kind of face that my husband says he used to make and get the whole I-could-park-a-cadillac-on-that-lip remark from his grandfather.
Wait a second here. Just wait a gosh darned minute. What the heck is going on with the friggin' plums? Is this some sort of preschool precursor to flirting? Oh hell no.
"You tell that boy that your plums are yours and yours only and he should just go find a plum somewhere else!"
Strange look from preschooler.
A week later, Timmy's mom approached me before class the other day. "So, I hear Tim really likes Marley's plums."
"Um. Yeah. I heard."
"I asked him if he wanted me to start packing plums in his lunch and he said, 'Naaaah.'"
"Hahaha. Kids are so funny."
Note to self: Pack an apple.