It’s a common theme for a love story. Boy meets girl. Boy asks for girl’s phone number. Boy calls girl. Boy and girl don’t speak until girl hands the phone to her dad and says, “I don’t want to talk to him right now. I’ll talk to him tomorrow.” Oh yeah, did I mention that boy and girl are only six years old?
So far, Nia has collected the digits of four boys in her class. Only she knows how many boys she graced with her number – likely the lone thing written on a large sheet of copy paper or barely fitting on a piece of ripped notebook paper.
I’m sure this number exchange is happening because many of them have just fully memorized their phone numbers so they are excited about sharing this information with others. I also realize that these boys dig Nia and Nia digs them.
Great.
“Can Nia come over to my house?” This is what “Brian” asks Andrew when he calls. Andrew’s response involved, “I don’t even know who this is or where you live.” Andrew also spoke with Brian’s mom who informed him that Brian had been asking to call Nia all weekend.
When Andrew finally gives the phone to Nia – Brian says nothing to Nia and she says nothing to him. Zip.
This is what makes it all so funny to me. They are handing out their phone numbers left and right but they do not even really know how to talk on the phone – to anyone – properly yet. Another boy left her a voicemail a few weeks ago. It went like this, “Heeey. Is is reeeek. Call me baaaack.”
Whaaaat?
Maybe they should just facebook her?
Are You Zhazha? 
Teehee…Maybe I should not teach Ella her new phone number?
Good grief. Right now, when Camille wants to get off the phone with a grandparent she says, "Love you, bye-bye," even if that grandparent is still talking, and then hands the phone to me. Guess I should break her of this habit before she starts getting any calls from boys, because I don't want her professing love for all of them just to get off the phone!But who can blame these boys – Nia is a doll!
When I saw this in Facebook, I had to let out a huge laugh and then I gasped…our little Nia! When did she grow up? I hope you are right and this is just the newfound excitement of phones and phone numbers. I will not let Drew call any girls in Kindergarten, no matter how much he begs!
I do remember having a huge crush on this kid, Doug, when I was her age. He wrote me notes and flung them into my class, which was opposite his class. They just said, "hi" or had a heart on them. He thought it was funny and I thought he was dreamy. *sigh*
I guess I should get ready, Andrew is always telling me how pretty girls are.