Ironic that just the other day I posted about Franklin's ease of affection and today I am shown the horror of rejection directly caused by my seemingly sweet little boy.

On the weekend, Franklin was playing with one of his best-est friends. They were on his friend's new "big boy bed" and “frolicking”. I don't know how else to describe it because they weren't really doing much of anything other than twisting and bouncing and giggling.
So, isn't frolicking the best way to describe this behavior?

At one point, Franklin must have become overwhelmed with emotion because he scooted up behind his friend and with a grin from ear to ear, planted a big hug. Franklin's a bit bigger than this guy as well so he really engulfed him. It was sweet.
His friend's mother looked at me and I knew exactly what she was thinking - in fact, we went to the movie together.

It seems we are to be in-laws as well as good friends.
Excellent.
Really? I wouldn't want it any other way.
Edit: For the cusiously concerned. I didn't think this needed to be said, but a few emails, comments and a friend's different intrpretation of my post makes me feel that I need to add the following:
I do not care what sexual orientation Franklin might be. The "excellent" and "wouldn't want it any other way" statements here are meant for my potential in-law relationship with my friend. That, my friends, is all I meant by that. - Thanks.

Of course, he could swing in another direction altogether.
Or we could have a girl in the future.
Actually, there are a number of scenarios here but I’ll stop at these two…

Today, D, Franklin and I met up with a girl from his old daycare. She loves Franklin. When I say this, I mean she LURVES LURVES LURVES LURVES him.
She asks him to marry him.
She brings him flowers.
She shows him her ballet moves.

Yes, she's only three.
So is he.

Puberty starts early these days.

Franklin likes to run around and... frolic with his friends. However, showers of affection like this? He doesn't really know what to do with them. He immediately said no to the proposal of marriage and then turned to ask me what "marry" meant. I didn't have 5 or 6 hours to spend dealing with the topic so I just told him that his friend really likes to spend time with him and, and... isn't that nice?

Apparently, not really.

This afternoon, she tried to give him some flowers that her mother had given her at the end of the day. He didn't want to take them. He wanted to honk his bike horn an get his parents to the bike store to pick up "Road Star" (he's named his bike "Road Star". This will become an entirely different post some day, I'm sure).
Undaunted, little Lucy van Pelt kept thrusting them toward her Schroeder and he kept backing away. The look on her face was so traumatic. It didn't help that she was trying to honk his horn at the same time as give him this plant, but essentially she was being rejected.

I wanted to sit her down, buy her a martini (or four) and let her smoke all my cigarettes while she recounted every second of that exchange until it was over-analyzed to death.
Poor girl.

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