"Yes, he is my boyfriend," she replied matter-of-factly.
"What does that mean? " I asked.
"I don't know, but Gracie told me it means something. She doesn't know either."
My friend Holly's favorite parenting advice is: Never freak out, no matter what your children tell you. She does not advocate permissiveness AT ALL, just a general sense of being a safe place for your children to come and talk.
Despite my desire to lecture K on how ridiculous it was for anyone under 18 to have a boyfriend, :-) I kept my cool and nonchalantly explained that there is no reason a 4 or 5 year old should have a boyfriend. I explained the point of boyfriends was to find who God had picked out to be your husband...and that is a long way away. Until then, plain old friends will suit her just fine.
"OK," she replied and skipped away.
Wouldn't it be great if the conversation was that easy in a few years?