AJ had been with us a year or so. He was around 9 years old. We were still speaking Spanish, but were transitioning to using mostly English. He was amazingly orally proficient for being in the country such a short period of time. He had huge holes in his basic vocabulary, but was also a complex thinker using 11th grade words; "speedometer" was one of the first words out of his mouth when we first adopted him.
One day we stopped at the alterations shop so I could drop off some pants for hemming. The owner looked at AJ-the-Latino-Charmer (quite handsome with his award-winning smile, if I do say so myself) and said, "My, AJ, you're going to be a lady killer some day!" On the way out of the shop, AJ looked at me and asked, "Mom, what's a killer girl?" I must have explained it in terms he understood, because, after mulling it over awhile, he exclaimed, "I’ve got it, I know what a "killer girl" is! It's when a girl likes me, sticks to me like gum, and I say 'No, no, no!" His exact words! At that time he told me that he understood this well because he was having "dates" with a 3rd grade girl who had been relentlessly vying for his attention -- those "dates" consisting of "staring" at one another across the playground at recess. LOL