Isabelle was the "cool girl" of the party because she brought Thomas the Train and Percy the train (she can't say her R's so when she says Percy it sounds a tad inappropriate, especially when she yells, "MY PERCY!! minus the r sound.).
Anywhoo, she met a new boyfriend and they instantly clicked. Isabelle is a total girly girl. She loves, loves, loves jewelry and dolls and anything pink but when it comes to picking friends, she always plays with little boys. She loves to play ball and she loves to be chased and climb rocks and yell and scream so little boys are generally happy to play along with those games as well. This little boy was no different.
They had a blast with each other, and even took a break to enjoy some sweet watermelon together in the sunset.
He may or may not have fed her watermelon so she would stop stealing Cheetos off his plate.
The date was beautiful. Apple juice followed by a nice, evening nature walk. Everything was smooth until, in true boy form, he decided to run behind her and push her down.
She was not injured, but her feelings were crushed. Her giant crocodile tears cleaned the dirt off her face, as I tried to explain to her that sometimes little boys just play rough...especially with little girls.
I know she didn't understand what I was saying or maybe she did. Either way, I saw a little piece of the future in that entire situation. I have a feeling that was the first of many talks that we will have about boys and her feelings.
So I guess now all I can do is buckle up.
And hide Mr. T's gun.
I kid, I kid. Sorta.