Confessions of a third grade bobcat

I've already told you a bit about my older son and his unique view of the world.  Everything in his life is seen through the lens of one animal or another depending on which species he's obsessed with at that time.  It used to be Sugar Gliders until I told him they throw their poop at you when you walk by their cage.  Now it's big cats and bobcats in particular.

There is a particular "female" (his words not mine) that he is enamored with at the moment.  He came home from school the other day and told me he had something to tell me that I wasn't going to like.  I coolly inquired, "oh really, what's that?"  He replies, "well mom, I kind of got aggressive."  I think "oh shit."  

So he goes on to tell me the rest of the story.  Apparently he and "another male" were jockeying to be partners with the female in question at a game at recess.  They started to argue back and forth.  It went something like this:

Boy: "I'm going to be her partner!"

Son #1: "No I'M going to be her partner!"

Boy: "No I AM!"

Son #1:  Hisses  

I say "you hissed at him?  Then what did he do?"  Son #1 tells me "he kinda backed off."  I bet he did.  And made a mental note to stay the hell away from freaky bobcat boy.

Let's hope this wears off by middle school.