Out of almost no where, Logan said softly, "I think A is mad at me."
I looked at him and rubbed his little red head. The little girl he was talking about is in his class and one of two kids he's attached himself to. I asked him why he thought she was mad.
"I told her she was my girlfriend and she said she wasn't." He sniffed a little.
"Sweetheart," I said before I remembered we weren't to call him that anymore. "What if you just say she's your friend?" I resist the urge to say "You're three, kid, no girlfriends yet."
That wasn't good enough for him, had to be girlfriend. I asked him what did he think 'girlfriend' meant.
"Well," he said slowly. "She's a girl and she's my friend, so she's a girlfriend."
"Ok, but couldn't you just tell her she's your friend and leave it at that?" I asked him.
"But she's a girl," said my little Mars.