K is hopelessly attracted to bad boys. Scary.
Like, googly eyed, hearts floating around her head attracted.
I remember the day it all began like it was yesterday. She's only 3 1/2, so it was practically yesterday. It was approximately 5:30pm and the mail had just arrived. I know, our mail is ridiculously late. Last night it didn't get here until 6pm. Maybe if our letter carrier didn't spend so much time on her blue tooth, she'd get her mail delivered faster.
There in the box was the coveted red envelope. Tangled, staring Rapunzel and the ruffian, Flynn Rider. From Flynn's first scene on, K was hooked. For those of you lucky enough not to have seen Tangled, let me do the honors...spoiler alert...Bad ass Flynn Rider and his hooligan friends break into the palace to steel the lost princess' tiara.
What a winner, huh! First class! Now you know why I'm so proud that my daughter has found her first true love.
Fast forward a few months. I'm driving, K's in the back holding her Darth Vader action figure in her lap, planning out their wedding I'm sure.
"Mama? Did you know Darth Vader has blue eyes?"
Right. Darth Vader is just so dreamy. She's picked a real jem, a diamond in the rough, I tell you. I'm certainly not a Star Wars expert (thankfully) but even I know he's a shady character. I think I read something about borderline personality disorder, on top of mass murders of course. He's just the kind of guy I want as a future son in-law!
Every now and again I catch her, staring longingly into their eyes. I don't even want to know her thoughts.
I'm saying it now, she's not allowed to date...ever.