We thought we had a few more years until it all started.
The love notes. Names of boys doodled on scrap pieces of paper. Talk about boyfriends and girlfriends.
“She’s only in Kindergarten,” I thought, naively. But I had no idea how early it started.
I thought I had plenty of time before my hair started really turning white.
We thought we had a few more years until dad had to dust off the shotgun to ward off potential suitors. (Kidding, people. We don’t even own a shotgun. Yet.)
Apparently, we were wrong.