The following conversation occurred between my (2 1/2 year old) daughter and myself the other day while we were discussing extended family members and their relationship to her.
Sadie: An-toh Pa-thit (Uncle Patrick) is my.... um.... I don't know.
Me: He's your uncle.
S: Oh, my an-toh. No a-choo-lee I think he's my boy-fend.
Me: No, actually he's your uncle.
S: Oh. I have 2 boy-fends at soo-ool.
Me: Two boyfriends? Who are your boyfriends at school?
S: Um.... Shamus is my boy-fend!
Me: Who's your other boyfriend?
S: Um... Ms. Tistin! (Ms. Kristin, one of her teachers) She's my boy-fend and I'm gonna marry her!
Me: Well, Ms. Kristin is a girl. She could be your friend that's a girl, but she can't be your boyfriend.
S: Oh. O-tay. Tistin is a goll and I am a boy. I can be her boy-fend. I wanna tell her that I will be her boy-fend, o-tay?
Me: Um, okay?