So Demon Baby continues to overwhelm me with all sorts of romantic talk. I was sitting on the couch when he climbed up next to me. He said he wanted to tell me something. He leaned in close, moved my hair and whispered, "How are you my sexy lovely?"
But that's not all.
Yesterday, I was making him his favorite dish of noodles. He walked into the kitchen, hands on hips, and said, "I know the secret now."
"What secret?" I asked, stirring the pot.
"The secret of getting girls."
"Sure you do."
"No, really. It's all in the dancing."
Now, as an aside, Demon Baby has inherited from his father, who is Hispanic, true "Latin rhythm." The kid is pretty amazing on the dance floor.
"Dancing is a good way to get girls."
"But I know the trick."
"You lie her backwards over your leg and you hold onto her head up in her hair and then lean down and kiss her on the mouth. The girls love it."
"You mean like dipping a woman in a tango?"
"Yeah. Dipping. It's all in the dip, Mom. That's how you get girls."
"Glad you're honing your technique at age four."
With that, he walked off and for the millionth time, I thought, Man, am I in trouble with this kid.