It's tough being a five year old kid these days, especially for this little man who is trying to juggle not one but three girlfriends, and he feels just awful about it. His mum asks him what he is going to do about it, to which he tells her; "I don’t know. It’s like, they’re all pretty".
It seems two is a much more manageable number saying "I can have two, but I don’t want 3. It’s like, I have to give one up."
Quite the predicament 'ey?
It was SO much easier being four. We hear you buddy.
