Yes, you read that right. Kaity has a boyfriend. She is ultimately in love with this guy. She dances like him, she talks like him. She lights up with a huge smile whenever she sees him. We have put his image up all over the house, on sippies, in coloring books, we have bought books about him and dolls that look like him. If Kaity doesn't do what she's supposed to do, we threaten that she'll no longer get to see the love of her life. He is the first thing she asks for when she wakes up, and the last thing she looks for when she goes to bed.
We are obsessed.
Luckily, it's not with Bieber - as other parents of little girls are afflicted.
We are obsessed with this man:
Our best friend
The perfect man
Even better than food
(Note: there may be some sarcasm in this statement. I can only say that any cynicism is contributed by the fact that I have seen Toy Story 1, 2 and 3 about 200 times in the past month. No exaggeration. At least it's less annoying that Saturday's Warrior was, Jennie :) )
Also important persons at our house:
Moo Moo (she thinks all horses are cows), Hat (she has trouble with the 'W' sound so this is what she calls Woody), and Jessie
We also love Piggy (Hamm), Roar (Rex), Puppy (Slinky), HUT HUT HUT (shouted: the army men), and Toys (the aliens)