I thought I had at least ten years, but apparently not.
My two-year-old daughter is completely twitterpated.
Poor little Cohen didn't even see it coming.
She followed him around like a bodyguard.
She refused to let go of his hand all afternoon.
She offered him all her worldly possessions.
She smothered him with about twenty thousand (somewhat unwanted) kisses.
Oh yes, Lola bird is coo coo for Cohen.
Which was great, because it gave Erica and I time to make these:
I have a feeling my girl will need to eat a few bonbons when I inform her she's not allowed to pursue this romance for another fourteen years.