I was snorfling the boy this morning when he told me his friend has a girlfriend.
He rolled his head back and looked at me. "Yeah, and she plays with him on the computer and they talk about Superman and everything." He shot me a woebegone look. "Rosey's too little to talk about Superman. I mean, she pretends, but she doesn't get the bad guys or anything."
There was a giggle trying to force itself out of my throat. I clamped down tight.
'So you want a girl (here my voice went all high and funny from the bizarreness of this) friend so you can talk about superheroes?'
"Yeah, and play robots.* Rosey doesn't get that either."
'Mmpfh. Musn't laugh, musn't laugh... 'What about D? (other friend) I know he loves to play with all your guys, right?
C shook his head. "He only wants to be the good guy. All the time."
'So you want someone who will take turns?'
"Maybe......you could find me a girlfriend?"
* this is an intricate game starring six or seven action figures, a lego castle, a firetruck and a lot of 'peww! peww!' noises.