Phone Number for a Five Year Old

I was looking through my Kindergartner’s folder the other day. It was the usual school work and notes for home, including a smily face on his behavior report. All was well until I found a small scrap of paper tucked deep in the pocket of his folder. It was about the size of a gum wrapper and scrawled across it were seven numbers.

Hmmm… It looked an awful lot like a phone number, and I got to wondering which one of his friends wanted to get together for a play date.

“Is this a phone number?” I asked.

“Yep,” was the reply.

“Whose number is it?” I inquired.

“It’s Rachel’s number.”

After a stunned but short silence, I continued my interrogation.

“Why did Rachel give you her number?”

“You need to call her and see if I can come over to watch a Star Wars movie.”

I couldn’t help but smile. My son had scored his first phone number, and he was only five! What a babe magnet he must be. Of course, he was totally unaffected by the whole thing.

“Is she your girlfriend?”

“Nope. She just likes Star Wars.”

What a cute and simple explanation. Obviously, I had built the number exchange up in my mind to be far more than it was. A mother can dream, can’t she? Actually, I’m happy to hold on to this age of innocence. I hope it lasts for a long time. Kids grow up too fast these days, anyway!