Unrequited Love…At Three Years-Old?!

My two little boys are obsessed with girls.

Cooper is marrying Gracie and George is in love with Juliet.  

What the heck is going on here???  They’re 3 and 4!!!!

Just as an aside, Lulu is 8 and has yet to utter a sweet word about a boy.  I hear about how rude and yucky and annoying they are, but the desire to marry any of them?  Ah, no, nothing along that front, thank goodness!  Not ready for that one!

My dad laughs and often says he didn’t know what PLANET he was on until he was 8.  Yet somehow, these guys are goo-goo eyed…and sometimes that leads to D-R-A-M-A!

Just this morning, George and I were chatting as I changed his diaper (because I can’t get my act together enough to commit to potty-training…argh!  Please don’t judge me!).  I asked him which little girl in his class is his favorite.

The name that emerged was “Doo-eee-ett.”

Hmmm.

If I didn’t know he had a girl in his class named “Juliet”, I’d be scratching my head.  But I do, so I didn’t.  =)

Now here’s the thing.

Another little cutie in the class has him in her sights.  Unrequited love at the tender age of 3!?

And forget that we don’t know if Juliet is even aware that my little Don Juan is alive! 

I’m SO not ready to deal with this!  

“Kent Says There Are Fifty Ways To Win In Denver”

Silly me.

Did I REALLY think that once George turned three he was going to magically be potty-bound for life?

Um, yes, of course I did.

I will pause here for a moment so you can enjoy a few snickers at my expense.

It was a nice thought.  So far, we’re three for three.  I constructed George his very own bathroom out of an Amazon box to get him to sit still.  Yep, right in the middle of the kitchen.  He requested that we furnish his little space with Winnie the Pooh, an iPad, some Marvel figures and a remote control.  I was certain he’d never come out of that box…EVER.

Photo Credit - S.K. Mayhew, Kid Lit Writer skmayhew.blogspot.com

Photo Credit – S.K. Mayhew, Kid Lit Writer
skmayhew.blogspot.com

I was proven wrong, yet again.  The allure of our brightly colored sled coupled with mounds and mounds of snow drew him from his cardboard commode.  Hot on the heels of his brother and sister, George couldn’t get suited up fast enough.  And for a blissful hour, they climbed up and sailed down the slopes alongside our house.

I spent that hour watching reruns of Veep and drinking mango martinis.

“Kent says there are fifty ways to win in Denver.”

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