We're all atwitter up in here. Or maybe it's just me.

Today after school Madeleine's best friend, Will, is coming over to play. Will professed his undying love for Madeleine a couple months ago, and since the she's dropped her friend Claire like a hot tater and now it's all Will, all the time (Claire didn't seem to mind, thank god). To be sure, he is a little cutie and his mom's an obgyn and his dad's an anesthesiologist (score!). He also has two older sisters, which means he's down with the pretending to be ponies or playing house. And thus far we've completely avoided EVER using the word 'boyfriend.' Even though Will tells me every time I drop Madeleine off at preschool that he's going to marry her we have made sure she knows there's nothing giggly-snicker-snicker strange about her best friend being a boy. I had several friends that were boys when I was really young, and I don't remember being made to feel embarrassed or being teased about it by my family (wait - that can't be right - I was teased about everything! hmm, maybe that teasing just got lost in the shuffle.) Madeleine has already drawn up a list of the 5 things they are going to do when Will gets here, including "plaing lagos, bilding forets, pretending Im u mom and Wills u dad, and plaing wooth woogrs [Quinn]."

So then why did I find myself madly cleaning house this morning in anticipation of Will's arrival? I'll have to ponder that more later. I need to go finish the souffle and fix my make-up.