Adana informed me last night that she has a new friend. His name is Cash (although she was quick to assure me that this was NOT the same 5-year old Cash who lives nearby).
Adana: Cash is my boyfriend. And he's 18.
Me: Really? So what do you and Cash do together. (Mentally, I'm already planning on cancelling cable and forbidding anything beyond G movies if she says something "mature.")
Adana: We shoot all the bad guys.
Phew. Crisis diverted, for now. But I don't really like my 4-year old chatting about having a boyfriend, even if he is the Clint Eastwood of imaginary friends.
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