"Do you have a girlfriend?", asks my 5 year old nephew.
"No! Why?" I ask him laughing.
"Then do you have a boyfriend?", he asks me again.
I laugh even harder. Where is this kid getting it all from?, I ask myself. "No, I do not have a boyfriend either!"
"So you do not have any friends at all! Why do you not have any friends?", he asks me again.
"I have friends!" I tell him.
"But if they are not boys and they are not girls, what are they?", he asks with his eyes all lit up with curiosity.
Like a bulb somewhere just lit up in my head, I get what he's asking me. To him, a girlfriend is a friend who is a girl and a boyfriend is a friend who is a boy. Parents will do just about anything to preserve innocence. "I have friends. No boyfriends. No girlfriends.", I respond.
"But what are they?" he starts asking me laying over my chest.
"They are my friends!", I tell him point blank with a smile.
He remains silent for a while. He pushing his little toy car on my arm. He likes to push it all the way up to my arm pit where I get tickled easily. "Can I be your friend?", he asks me biting his lower lip. My heart melts into a big puddle of goo.
"No, you're not my friend!" I say picking him up and lifting him well above myself. "You're my bro!", I tell him.
"What's a 'bro'?", he asks.
"Bro is a brother! A very cool brother! You are my very cool brother!", I tell him.
"Cool!", he yells.
"You want to learn a fist bump?", I ask him.
"What's a fist bump?", he asks me.
I sit up and put him down besides me. I folded his hand in a punch and struck it lightly against my fist. "That's a fist pump! It's what bros do!" My hand is still retracted into a fist, so he starts fist pumping me with all his might.
"This is fun!", he screams. I open my hand and catch his fist in a flash, and begin to tickle him. I stop after a while. "You're awesome!" he yells and gives me a really tight hug.
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I can't help missing my 'bro' right now, so here's a post dedicated to one of the most awesome kids in the world. You'll always be awesome, Bilal!
"No! Why?" I ask him laughing.
"Then do you have a boyfriend?", he asks me again.
I laugh even harder. Where is this kid getting it all from?, I ask myself. "No, I do not have a boyfriend either!"
"So you do not have any friends at all! Why do you not have any friends?", he asks me again.
"I have friends!" I tell him.
"But if they are not boys and they are not girls, what are they?", he asks with his eyes all lit up with curiosity.
Like a bulb somewhere just lit up in my head, I get what he's asking me. To him, a girlfriend is a friend who is a girl and a boyfriend is a friend who is a boy. Parents will do just about anything to preserve innocence. "I have friends. No boyfriends. No girlfriends.", I respond.
"But what are they?" he starts asking me laying over my chest.
"They are my friends!", I tell him point blank with a smile.
He remains silent for a while. He pushing his little toy car on my arm. He likes to push it all the way up to my arm pit where I get tickled easily. "Can I be your friend?", he asks me biting his lower lip. My heart melts into a big puddle of goo.
"No, you're not my friend!" I say picking him up and lifting him well above myself. "You're my bro!", I tell him.
"What's a 'bro'?", he asks.
"Bro is a brother! A very cool brother! You are my very cool brother!", I tell him.
"Cool!", he yells.
"You want to learn a fist bump?", I ask him.
"What's a fist bump?", he asks me.
I sit up and put him down besides me. I folded his hand in a punch and struck it lightly against my fist. "That's a fist pump! It's what bros do!" My hand is still retracted into a fist, so he starts fist pumping me with all his might.
"This is fun!", he screams. I open my hand and catch his fist in a flash, and begin to tickle him. I stop after a while. "You're awesome!" he yells and gives me a really tight hug.
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I can't help missing my 'bro' right now, so here's a post dedicated to one of the most awesome kids in the world. You'll always be awesome, Bilal!
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