Jesse has a crush on one of the girls in his 5th grade class. It's so innocent and so cute to watch...private phone calls at night, cutesy nicknames...you know the deal.

Last night, Jesse and I finished some Christmas shopping. We were in the Jeep, which means that Jesse can sit up front (no passenger airbags). I ask Jesse if he's going to get a present for The Girl. He seriously ponders it, and then says, "I want to get her diamonds."

You try to keep a straight face when your son is sitting where he can see you as he's talking.

"Diamonds? Why do you want to get her diamonds?"

"Because the commercials all say, get diamonds for that special someone."

(No, he didn't get her diamonds. But he did get her a lovely sterling silver cross on a necklace.)