This past weekend, the Russillo's came by for a visit. It would have been fun if a certain 3 1/2 year old didn't have love for the two boys in her eyes. As the father of a girl, I knew that at some point I'd have to accept the fact that she's interested in boys. I knew it would happen, but I just figured it wouldn't happen til she was in her early thirties. At some point during the night, B put the gooey eyes away long enough to dance with Michael and Enzo to Madagascar's "I like to move it move it".