A boy decides he is bored. He wants to write a note to a friend. A friend that happens to be a girl. He spends about .2 seconds writing his name on a piece of yellow scrap paper and says he’s done. His mom thinks maybe she should help with the sentiment. She writes “Dear ___, you are my friend”.
The boy stuffs it in an old wrinkled grocery bag to deliver it to her doorstep.
The boy opens the door and runs away to hide, fast and furious.
Hours later, the girl writes her own friendship card and brings it to his door. She writes, “Dear Max. You are my best friend, too.”
And draws a pretty picture on it. And folds it cute. And decorates it some more.
Next thing the Martian knows, he’s getting married in a street-side ceremony with witnesses.
(“Don’t worry, Mommy, it was a pretend wedding”, he told me).
Oh Max. You got a thing or two to learn about girls.