Okay, this story needs a little bit of setup first. If you're a regular reader you know that my 7-year-old daughter and I are in the Adventure Princess program. And you may recall me mentioning "Uncle Harry", the Ombudsman of the Adventure Princess program and official guardian of the Princesses at all campouts. Uncle Harry has two mottos: Girls rule, Boys Drool and No dating 'til you're thirty. Uncle Harry announced he is retiring this year.
So on to the story.
The family went to see Meet The Robinsons today. Loved it, by the way. By coincidence, one of Natalie's schoolmates and his mom was sitting in front of us at the theater. His name is Aiden. And boy, is he dreamy. I mean, this kid is gorgeous. And Natalie knows it. Every time his name comes up, she blushes. Her cheeks become the color of her bright red hair. So of course, we foster the blushing by referring to him as "Ayyyydennnnn...he's keeeeyuuute...." which makes her blush even more and will quite likely give her a such a complex that she will grow up to hate her parents and get tattoos all over her body to spite us.
On the way out of the theater, Natalie stopped and asked me something.
"Dad, you know how Uncle Harry is retiring?" she asked.
"Well, does that mean that maybe some of his rules won't apply anymore?"
"What rules are you talking about?"
"You know, the one about not dating until you're thirty."
"Um, yeah? Why you asking? You looking to go on a date with Aayyyydennn? He's keeeyuuuute...."
"Pssh..I mean...um...blubber...um...I mean....DADDDDD!!!!!!"
So there it is. The first sign that Natalie realizes she's a girl, he's a boy, and I need to be learning how to use a shotgun.