She's in for a life of torture. A life of noogies, indian burns, fart jokes and gross pranks.
We hosted another playdate yesterday. Three little boys gathered in our home for fun and games. I turns out, the triple two year old testosterone was a little much for my little lu.
It started off on my bed as playful energy. All three boys were running around Lucy on the bed laughing and bouncing. She seemed to be enjoying the action.
Then then energy levels increased. Jack was in her face and the other boys were still running around. She started to fret.
Finally, she had had ENOUGH. She had been stepped on one too many times. She had tipped over from bounce rebounds more than she could handle. And she was begging for a rescue.
Don't worry Lucy. I will always rescue you...after I take just one more shot.