Um...Wait...
A boy just arrived at the house to present a Christmas Gift to Daughter#1. (age 11)
A Boy. A Gift.
A cute Boy. A cute Gift. (a plush toy lion cub - she's snuggling with it this very minute.)
I am afraid. I am VERY afraid.
Half of me wants to grin knowingly at her, eyes a-twinkle, all excited for the introduction of romance into her life and relieved that such a nice & cute kid recognizes her attractiveness in stark contrast to all the bullying she's experienced this year at the hands of other classmates.
The other half of me wants to burst full-feather into Molly Weasley mode; declare that she's FAR to young to accept such attention; and sob over her infant pictures in the family album.
Eep!
Update:
*snerk* 'Grinning Mother' won out. The reaction to my mild teasing was MOST satisfactory! :P