I’m seriously considering a Baywatch theme for Ollie’s second birthday party. At the ripe age of 15 months, my son is a little Lothario; he loves women! He’s been flirting and batting his eyes at the fairer sex since he was two months old. He actually seems to have a thing for redheads, but will turn on the charm for pretty much anyone with breasts. He’s like a dirty old man trapped in the body of a midget.
The Navy football game was no exception when we sat front row to the Naval Academy cheerleaders strutting their stuff. He was enthralled! Literally — drooling! The funny thing was that the camera crew kept putting him on the big screen because he looked so intent on the game, but really, it was the cheerleaders he was watching.
I think I need to start cultivating dorky habits now. Maybe I’ll get him a rock tumbler or a science kit for Christmas. It seems like it’d be way easier to raise a nerd than some little playboy!