My son and I are on our way home from preschool when he breaks the news: He is in love. Miss A is a new teacher at his school. She is young, tall, and beautiful and works over at the “baby room.” But he saw her enough on the playground to know that she is the one. He quickly reassures me that he loves me too and I work really hard to repress a giggle. Because love is serious business.
When we get home we immediately have to make a card for Miss A. He picks out a pink marker and a couple of stickers—snakes, insects, butterflies. He is sure Miss A loves those things. Then he sits next to me to dictate the letter: “Miss A, I love you so much. You are so beautiful. I love you very, very much.”
I don’t know what it is that makes me change his words as I write the card. I feel badly about it almost immediately, and feel ashamed for censoring his emotions. But I want him to use those words sparingly, to not reveal too much, too soon. But am I right in this?
Zsofi Writes 
This is a gem. As are you. And congratulations on The Post!
Thank you so much, Susan!
I love this! Makes me smile big, and tear up at the same time!