Lizzie: Mom ... I have a crush.
Me: (thinking hard about what to say) Oh ... that's great. Is he a nice boy?
Lizzie: Yes, his name is Ryan ____. I sat next to him last year in math class.
Me: So, he's smart?
Lizzie: Yes ... well, I think so. He's in my [advanced] math and [advanced] literature classes.
Me: That probably means he's smart.
Ack! The crush phase has officially begun and - wow - she actually felt comfortable enough to talk to me about it! I must not suck as much as I think at this parenting stuff.
But, gawd, the heartbroken because Ryan was a dickhead or the why do boys act like that? phases are sure to follow and, internet, I have NO idea how I am going to handle those stages of teenage girlhood.