My 3.5 year old has her giant sock monkey on the arm chair and my tall green foam roller at the far end of our rug, also known as her dance stage.
“Mommy, ” she tells me. “I have 2 boyfriends. Sock monkey is my home boyfriend and the foam roller is my dance boyfriend.”
“Two boyfriends? Why do you need two boyfriends?” I ask her. ( I didn’t bother to get into a discussion about why my foam roller was acting as her boyfriend. Sometimes, you just gotta go with it.)
“Because sometimes my home boyfriend is at work and when he’s at work I want to dance so I need a boyfriend to dance with me.”