Last night we were invited for a pizza and movie night at a friend's house. Between our 4 children, the 3 children of our friends, and another family with 4 children... well, it was a houseful. Once dinner was consumed and the kids were settled with popcorn and "An American Tail: Fievel Goes West," the adults settled in for a game of Trump. With all of the interruptions that seem to be standard for any parents, the game progressed slowly. The movie finished before the adults had run out of cards, so we told the kids to go play. Pretty soon there were swords brandishing, squeals, and a parade of feet running everywhere. It was boys against the girls, and the girls out numbered the boys. There were my four girls, plus two other 3 year olds on the Girls Team (there was an almost 1 year old as well, but I don't think Team Captain Emma counted her). The Boys Team consisted of a 7, two 6, and a 3 year old. I have to say, considering we have no brothers at home, my girls can hold their own against the boys. At one point, Annie was being chased by one of the 6 year old boys when she turned around, grabbed his shirt and took that boy down.
That sweet-faced, dress-wearing, 3-year-old girl showed him who is boss.
Then Ryan suggested that the girls try to kiss the boys. That made the boys (or most of them) run away. Little Elijah (who is 6-year-old) had a thing for Emma though. By the time our card game was over and we collected our kids, Emma said Elijah had kissed her 4 times.