It's difficult to say at two years old where the line between Best Friend and Girl Friend is crossed but I think you have to cross it in a ship christened 'The Wishful Thinker'... a ship I appear to be sailing in at the moment; or perhaps it's 'The Appalled Parent', my lenses need cleaning.
The spud rough-houses and squabbles with his friend (I'll call her 'L' for 'Lolita') just as he does with his other friends only just that bit less. He plays with her and asks for her the way he does with his other friends only just that little bit more. He hugs and kisses her... er... well they hold hands and kiss on such a regular basis that it can take 5 minutes of standing in the rain for them just to be finished saying goodbye.
They go to nursery together and they've known each other since they were about 10 months old when her childminder hung around with his. When she moved on he was in such agonies that I had to send a note through the childminders network to her Mum and we had a blind date - or rather, us Mums had a blind date; Charlie and L ran towards each other in slow motion calling each other's names and held hands all afternoon. It was so sweet I had to have a splenectomy afterwards.
He even wakes up calling her name sometimes... I mean, don't you have to be 21 and terribly misunderstood for that?
OK, so I'm totally projecting here and it's probably just that they're best best friends but the spud absolutely treats her differently then all his other mates - even the other girls and even his other best best mates.
I do wonder what sort of things they think about each other, what fledgling feelings bloom in their hormone-free little hearts. It's a good thing that she's absolutely lovely, I just hope it all ends well. In the meantime, we will be making a valentine's card tomorrow and posting it off just to hedge our bets.