Shhh...it's a secret

Ok, so I'm not supposed to tell this, but it is too funny, and I'm sure I'll want to look back on it and laugh years from now, so here it goes.

We were at the gas station yesterday. The credit card machine wasn't working, so we had to go inside and stand in a really long line to pay. I felt a little hand tugging on me and then saw "the look" that means she is about to say something about someone right behind us. I cringe, because she hasn't really learned the art of whispering and I have no idea what is about to come out of that little mouth. She is a very honest child, heaven help us.

S: "Mom, that boy behind us is hot stuff."

M:"He is, is he?"

S:"Mmmm huh. " (Big goofy grin on that four year old face)

M: "What do you like about him,  his spiky hair."

S: "I like his spiky hair, but mostly what makes him hot stuff is all of those tattoos."


I think my baby girl may be in line for lots of heart break in the future if that is her kind of guy. She stared at him all of the way out of the store in that dreamy, gushy, gaga kinda way.

**A little more of a description of this fella - he was about 19, and was more of a rocker than a thug. Still, not quite the nice guy I was hoping would attract my oldest daughter's atttention. Especially at FOUR! David said he holds me responsible for this.**

Anyone know where I can hire a FEMALE guard to stand outside of her window for the next fourteen years?