At Nolan's band concert tonight, Ryan came over and settled in my lap. It was vacant, for once, but not for long, like always.
I noticed the little girl in front of us turning around, over and over, as she gave him a little grin/giggle combo. I couldn't help myself, I whispered in his ear, "Are you making friends with a giiiirl ?"
There was a sharp letting out of his breath, and he smiled and said, so rapid-fire I almost didn't catch it all:
"No, not really. Not like I have a crush on her or something. Not like Shannon has on me. You remember Shannon, from kindergarten? She's in my class again, and she has a crush on me. She smiles at me all the time like this" (he pauses to demonstrate a cheesy-but-cute grin) "you know, the kind of smile that is kinda creepy? I mean I like her, but like a friend" (the hand gesturing starts) "not like a g-friend" (he looks over his shoulder at me) "that means girlfriend, Mom."
Thankfully, the music started again, because I don't know how long I could have held my understanding nod, I was seconds away from side splitting laughter. As it was, I managed enough silent shaking to make Mr W look at me quizzically.
I mouthed to him, gesturing to Ryan with my head--"Babe magnet."
And I swear, I saw my husband sit up a little straighter, sparkle in his eye.
A physical representation of "That's my boy!"