Brayden and I were doing our ritual this morning, getting him ready for school (Gabe doesn’t want help anymore), and I asked him if there arewere any little girls at school that he likes or that he thinks isare pretty. He shrugged and said no,. I bent down and whispered, you"You can tell mommy. I promise not to tell." He curled his little finger and motioned for me to come closer, then he leaned in and whispered in my ear...just, "Just you, mommy."