It's begun.

Last evening over dinner, we were talking to the boys about school and friends (as usual). Josiah had just filled us in on who's in his math group, who's making the fastest progress on the wooden nichoirs (birdhouses) his class is constructing for the school garden, and who usually plays dodge ball on the playground these days. On that last point, he casually adds, "Of course Lona always wants to be on my team..." He popped up from the table and headed for his backpack. "Lona gave me this today."

Oh boy.

On the back: Pour toi. Je t'aime. For you. I love you.

Oh, those adorable little French girls. We're in trouble.