I think I have a budding Romeo on my hands.

The monster, age 6, has always been a flirt. And he’s a handsome flirt. I say that with pure objectivity, too. He is just gorgeous, big brown eyes, dimples, sweet smile, you name it.

And apparently, he’s going to enjoy romancing the ladies.

He just wrote his first love letter. At age 6.

It reads:

Dear K.

I love you so much. Why not marry me?

Love, C.

K. is his sister’s best friend, an older woman…3 years older. He’s nuts about her. She is ‘understanding’ about his crush, as in she doesn’t tease him or make fun of him. She tolerates his adoration well, but he told her she ought to marry him a few weeks ago and she said she couldn’t. He started crying. Then apparently he bucked up, because viola…

He has a love letter and he’s going to continue his pursuit.

I don’t know if I want to laugh, cry or brag. Sniffle.