Today we headed to the park so my little one could run, and play, and get some energy out. She desperately needed to and I have been a total slacker this past week, on taking her out to play. Of course my three going on 13 year old found an adorable little boy to play with. When I say little, he was more like six or seven. That’s like Tom to Katie, way too old.
Well anyways they played bonded in the whole half an hour we were there and she said “Mommy I love him. I want to marry him.”
Seriously little girl? You’re three years old, and I’m soooo not ready to deal with her and boys. Man, do I feel bad for the dudes, who will be having to deal with my husband one day.
Maybe that will keep them away?! Yeah, I know, wishful thinking…
Of course when it was time to leave she cried and threw the biggest tantrum, because she did not want to leave him and those terrible three’s decided to kick in, all the way to the car. Absolutely no fun.
I thought boys were supposed to be gross and icky? Damn Disney and all their love story movies.