Who's got a boyfriend?

Today we got some pictures back from my daughter's field trip to the Science Museum and I at once thought of what my dad would have said. She has a bit of a crush on a boy in her class ( she's never actually said this but whenever we walk by their house her face turns crimson and she speeds up. She also takes off her bike helmet.) Grandpa Myles would have looked at the pictures and said, "Who's this in your science group? How did you two get put in the same group? You are sitting pretty close to him, aren't you?"

Dad honed these skills early on when we were growing up. If a boy happened to call one of us dad would yell, " Heather, It's a boy!" Then he'd try to follow us wherever we went to listen in. This was before the days of cell phones so we were kind of at his mercy. He'd also sometimes pick up the other line and do a little heavy breathing. "Dad, stop bothering us", we'd yell. "Mom, can you tell dad to stop bugging us?"