Aubrey is in love. Again. With the boy next door. Again. He is a doll (again, heehee) and he is in her class at school. He looks like her little male soul mate with curls and freckles to rival her own. I asked her yesterday if she talked to her “boy” at school and she said, “Welllll, I just said ‘Heee-eey, you cutie patootie!’ every time I walked past him.”
Apparently she is playing hard to get.