The Devil's Son is an Angel (Most of the Time)

Flash has a four year old son.

I've known about the Little Man from the beginning of our friendship. I've had several chances to play with him and get to know him. He was even there for our first date (I secretly believe Flash has him on first dates to see how the girl handles it. Not that he'll ever admit it).

So of course I see Mini Flash about as regularly as I see the original version and we've developed a nice little friendship.

He is the cutest little kid ever. He sings songs, makes up stories, and loves Scooby-doo. And he looks just like his daddy.

And he listens to everything we say. I don't care what Flash says, he knows more than he lets on.

Case in point....

A few weeks ago Flash and I were at his sister's house building a deck and I was watching MF (Mini Flash). This was in the beginning of our relationship and we were still getting used to saying the words, "Boyfriend" and "Girlfriend" We were standing outside later that night in the front yard with MF grabbing onto our legs as we had our arms around each other discussing how strange those words sounded. It was a brief conversation and we then headed out to to Flash's house to have dinner.

MF's car seat was in my car and Flash had his car so I got to spend about 5 minutes shooting the breeze with just MF and me and this is roughly how the conversation went:

MF: (concerned) Wh- why- Why did dad say he was your boyfriend?
Me: Because he is my boyfriend.
MF: (in a slightly pouty voice) But I want to be your boyfriend.
Me: (lets out a little giggle) Oh really? But boyfriends and girlfriends kiss and you don't like my kisses.

*Flash back to three hours earlier that day*
Setting: MF and me sitting inside watching a movie. I placed myself on the couch in such a way that I could behold the nicely sculpted arms and shoulders of the man I had decided to devote my primary dating life to. MF notices this and promptly objects...
MF: Amly (that's not a mispelling that's how he says my name) I want you to watch the movie
Me: I am watching the movie babe.
MF: No you're not you looking at daddy.
Me: Well I like looking at him, is that bad?
MF: Stooooooop looking at him!
Me: (giggling) I don't want to!
MF: (crawling on my face) I've got her daddy! Daddy I'm keeping her from looking at you!
Me: (lifting him off of me and putting him inches in front of me) Fine then I'll look at you instead (and I leaned over and kissed his forhead)
MF: EW! Yuck! Don't kiss me! Don't kiss me! (he cries as he wipes my kiss off as if I had kissed his whole face).

*Forward to three hours later*
Me: But you don't like my kisses MF.
MF: But boyfriends and girlsfriends DON'T kiss!
Me: No? Then what do they do?
MF: They play together and eat together and have sleepovers. Will you sleep over tonight?
Me: Well daddy and I have decided that I shouldn't be sleeping over hon.
MF: But I WANT you to sleep over.
Me: Well we'll have to see about that babe.

So now I have a four year old boyfriend who wants me to sleepover at his house.