Today at the Christmas party at daycare, I met the mom of the boy who took his shirt off for Nora at daycare a few weeks ago. The one who she walked into a table for instead of letting go of his hand. The mom told me that he loves Nora so much. That when she talks about school in the morning, he just talks about Nora. That when he sings his ABCs he sings, “A, B, C, Nora, Nora, D…”
He might be the craziest one in daycare in terms of his enegry. But he must be the smartest one in terms of his taste in girls.