One of my favorite childhood stories, as told by my Mom, is of when I was 4 years old and she and dad were dating. I “sat him down” for a talk when he came over to visit me (the excuse to come see her – what I believe is the cutest thing ever).  She was in her room getting ready (and listening, obvi) and I walked him over to our little sofa, asked him to sit down, and sat next to him. The following is an abbreviated version of how that conversation went: Me: “Um… Do you love my mommy?” Him: … “Um, we’re getting to know each other…