Puppy love

Yesterday it dawned on me how that term was coined. There is no better phrase to describe the way my 7 year-old acts around his favorite park playground supervisor. He completely turns into a puppy in this older boy's presence. Hank announced to several of us as we were sitting on the deck the other night that he is "in love with the boy with the puffy hair." And this older kid's hair does kind of remind one of Sami the Labradoodle's fur coat (while Hank's is more that of a wirehaired terrier).