A little girl with a boyish voice and a little boy with a girlish voice sit on a wooden ledge at our community park. They finish laughing and catch their breath. Two feet between them. And some rocks, and grass, and dirty hands and pants and shirts from rolling down the spring-fed hill.
She: Truth or Dare (looking straight at him)
He: Truth (giggle, giggle)
She: Whooo do yououou have a crush on at school.
Pause (for effect, I'm sure.)
He: YOU! (hee hee)
They pause again, then giggle some more.
No, this is not Paris I am talking about, but the wee one's new best girl friend. Oh boy... here we go.