Crushes on Boy Bands

Anju and Ketan have become quite obsessed with asking whether or not I have a crush.  I told them I don't, that I just moved here, and hadn't found anyone yet.  (Lie!  I have a lovely crush on a guy who sits two rows ahead of me across the aisle in my Bible Study class--he's a snazzy dresser, has a Jeremy Renner face, and wears the best short khakis that cause me to stare at his ankles for an hour and a half each day.  No, I've never talked to him, and no, I don't know his name.  I call him "Sergei.")

When I asked the kids if they had crushes, they gigglingly fessed up.  Aside from their classmates about whom I couldn't care less, they have a healthy mix of celebrity crushes.  Anju wants to marry Justin Bieber, and Ketan likes Selena Gomez.  I jumped on that train, and gushed about how cute Louis Tomlinson is.  (Google him.  You're welcome.)

Anju was silent for a moment.  "But you're too old for him."  OH NO YOU DIDN'T.  Ahem.  What I said was, "I'm like, four years older than him.  That's totally fine."  And then Ketan backed me up.  "Mom is five years older than dad.  You can like Louis Barden."

"Thank you.  Who in the world is Louis BARDEN?  I like Louis Tomlinson, thank you very much."

Now they frequently ask me about my crush on Louis, and I say, "He's still cute.  How's YOUR crush?" and they fall apart from the embarrassment.  So glad I am now old enough to confidently proclaim my love for a boy pop star.  Yikes, I mean, mostly.  That does sound pathetic, doesn't it?