Lucky Girl

Today when I picked up Big Kid from school, he said that he needed me to take him to the jewelry store down the street from where we live.

"Why? Because you want to play in their playroom?" (it's a pretty neat store)

"No! I need to get Emily, my school friend, a prize and I want to go dere to get it for her."

"Oh. Huh. Why does Emily-your-school-friend get a prize?"

"Dest for bein' such a great friend. She's nice and she's pretty and we play on the playground togetter. I like her."

"Oh. Hmmm. That's sweet. Could we make her a prize instead?"

"Mom..."

"No, it would be just as good! Even better! You could make her a friendship bracelet, we could go to the store and get some beads and..."

"Mom--please. I want to get her real jewry, not some beads and strings and stuff. You know?"

I was just discussing it with Mr. Ashley on the phone, and how it might weird her parents out if their kid comes home with jewelry, and Big Kid interrupted me to say, "I fink I'm gonna frow up! I feel like you're not gonna let me. I already promised her and I dest need a ride to da jewry store, please."

Sigh.

They do have items under $5 and he does have an allowance and we did just get a birthday invitation for her party. The invite says "no gifts" (which I love) but he could give it to her beforehand with a card saying it's for being a good friend.

Honestly, I don't want to interfere with the awesomeness that is a guy who wants to buy a new girl friend a decent piece of jewelry. One day my future daughter in law will thank me for it.