Since the boys were infants, I've gotten into the practice of narrating the day - something I read about speech development and hearing the sound of your voice. Anyway, I guess I took it very seriously and NEVER SHUT UP. Even after they've learned to talk themselves, I'm still doing it...just in the habit, I guess.

Anyway, poor little Silas has heard daily narration about Luke's school experience as we go through the carpool line every day for the past 2 years. "Oh, look! There's Mrs. x. She's going to come get Luke out of the car and take him to his class. Looks like it's spirit day - all the kids are wearing the same shirt!" Yada yada yada. Through all of this, Silas has learned all of the teachers names and can identify them as we pull up. Subsequently, he's developed quite the crush on a pretty, young teacher named Ms. Lindsay, one of Luke's teachers from last year. As she was putting Luke in the car one day, I mentioned to her how she has quite the fan base in the young Teagues. She offhandedly touched Silas's arm and said, "Oh, I just love your boys!" As soon as Ms. Lindsay was out of earshot and after Silas had watched her go, he turned and said to me enthusiastically, "She touched me, Mommy! Ms. Lindsay touched me!"

I told Beau about it when he got home from work, so during dinner he had to press the issue. "Silas, did you see Ms. Lindsay today?" "Yes, Daddy. Ms. Lindsay luff me." Boy are we in for it.