Pinkie Promises

'Mommy, are you going to go on any more dates?' My seven year old son's voice piped up from my neck where he had buried his head.

'As a matter of fact, I'm going out with a friend for lunch tomorrow,' I replied. 

'Is it the guy who talks about himself too much?' he asked. Ugh, after my last date, I made the mistake of telling the kids the guy was a border-line narcissist. 

'No, this is someone else,' I said.

'If you get a boyfriend, I'm going to hate him,' he said.

'Do you hate Peggy Thomas?' I asked. Peggy Thomas is not the name of the ex's girlfriend. It's just a silly name my kids came up with because they have a hard time remembering her name.

No, I don't hate Peggy Thomas, he answered.

 'Why would you hate my boyfriend then?' I asked.

My son looked at me and simply said, 'You're my MOMMY.'

That tugged at my heart a little but I still replied, 'That's a double standard.' 

'I don't know what that means,' he said. Then he looked at me and said, 'You have to pinkie promise you won't kiss him.'

After laughing for five minutes, I said good night.