Ally had a couple of friends over the other night. One of them said or did something to make him think that she likes Harry Potter almost as much as he does. Now he is smitten.
I drove the girls somewhere and the one in the middle of the backseat had to get out. The other one (the one Austin likes) got back in the car and stayed by the door, opposite Austin.
He gave her a look, patted the seat next to him and said, "You can scoot a little closer."
On the way home, after dropping off all the girls Austin asked me which one of Ally's friends was my favorite. I said I didn't know. Then I asked him which one was HIS favorite.
He said, "Casadie. We have a lot more in common than the others."
Whoever thought a five-year-old could be so romantic?