To me, Mr. Tad looks like a boy, as if he's just barely begun shaving. He's in college, of course, so I suppose to an almost-five-year-old, he looks like quite the grown-up.
She spent the weekend telling me, off and on, about how Mr. Tad will hold her hands and swing her around in the air...how he chases after her making monster noises, and then she chases him, doing the same. She counted down the days until Monday, saying to me, multiple times, "Mr. Tad is going to be at school on Monday!"
She filled my ears with Mr. Tad on the drive in to school this morning.
And this evening, when I picked her up from school and we were about to leave the 4's room into the hallway--she stopped me, and said, "Oh! Let's go through Miss Betty's room, instead!", as if it were a sudden thought. (There's a doorway into that room, too.) It just happens that Mr. Tad was sweeping Miss Betty's room.
OmegaDotter carefully placed her cool pink sunglasses on, tugged at the bottom of her sweater, and very casually walked through Miss Betty's room, very carefully not looking at Mr. Tad until he said, "Goodnight, Dotter!" and then added, "Cool shades!"
She dimpled a smile at him, said, "Thank you!", and sort of tossed her hair.
Then she walked sloooowly out of Miss Betty's room, into the hall, and didn't stop walking slooowly (with a glance over her shoulder) until she knew he could no longer see her.
Oh. My. God. How on earth am I going to handle her when she's a teenager?!
And how on earth am I going to be able to hide my amusement at her current crush?!