There’s a boy in Karys’ after-school group whose family is Filipino.

She has remarked (a lot) more than once that this little fella is “cute” and “hot”.

When I dropped by to pick Karys up this afternoon, she h-a-a-a-a-a-d to chase this little fella around the playground just o-o-o-o-o-n-e more time before we left.

Which she did. And with a huge smile on her face the entire time.

Once the two had sufficiently worn themselves out and voiced their goodbyes, Karys and I started walking off.

“Dad?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I kiss him?”

“When you’re 18.”