After being trapped in the house by sickness and weather, my buddy and I took our wild ones to Chick Fil A so they could burn off some energy. When a little sweetheart in a pink shirt started to play with my son, I joked to Emma that "someone was trying to take her boyfriend."
And that's when I learned a good lesson from a 2-year-old.
She ran over to the flagrant flirters, raised her arms in the air and screamed:
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how you handle the competition.
If Jennifer Aniston had seen this blog, things might have turned out differently.