Bad Boys

Yesterday was Brighton's Valentine's Party at school. She came home with all sorts of goodies in hand and juicy gossip to tell. She spouted off who wanted to marry who in her class and saved herself for last, making it a big deal for us all. Finally, she said she wanted to marry a certain boy who was known as the 'bad boy' of kindergarten. I asked her why (because she has come home on many occasions telling me that she tattled on this boy for doing something naughty) and she said,"I don't know, mom. Sometimes girls just like the bad boys." If this is a foreshadow into her teenage years, we are in trouble.