My first boyfriend

There is a boy at school named George that I really like. I have to copy everything that he does: if George has dino-chicken for lunch, I have to have dino-chicken. If George wears shorts, I must wear shorts. If I wake up to learn it's not a school day, I ask, "What is George doing?" I am completely enamored with him and follow him around everywhere. Whenever another kid asks me to play with them, I often look to George to see what he wants to do. If someone hurts George, I get so indignant! Ironically, this is the same boy that a year ago bullied me because I was small. I guess I like "bad" boys.

I think George likes me too. The first time I went to his house for a playdate, he got so excited that he pee'd in his pants. The other day on a zoo playdate, George said "Izzy's my friend! I marry her!" Later, when Mommy was explaining how sometimes people change their last names after they get married, I exclaimed, "If I marry George, I'll be Isabella M. (George's last name)!" Today, George shyly asked me to sleep over at his house! Both sets of parents think this is all very cute, even if my Daddy joked that he'd supervise any sleepover with rifle in hand...

I.C. (hearts) G.M.!