Read This If You Like Kids Or Are Afraid Of Them.

So after just saying that I'm not ready for kids, I learned that I'm REALLY not ready for kids. On Wednesday night, I had a friend in a jam, which lead to me hanging out with a cutie patootie three year old.

You may not know this, but I used to be obsessed with children, and even worked as a nanny and at a daycare to get my kiddo fix. Obviously, this means that I am pretty good with kids, it's just that nowadays, I'm more particular about which children I interact with. Miss Lindsey here, happens to be one of the few that I'm always happy to see, and yet she is still a GREAT form of birth control.

Things I learned:

A three year old is a little person.

She sung me her ABC's, she could unbuckle her carseat {thank goodness she waited for permission}, she was polite, her momma told her she better be good and on the way back to her mom, she said "I can tell momma I was good." I said yes m'am, and was so thankful that she was really good. Sigh of relief.

You can't wait for them to tell you they have to potty. 

She got to playin', and I'm so happy I didn't listen when she said, "No, I'm fine." I was a kid once, I know I never wanted to stop playing either, so I took her juuuuuust in case.

Apples and pickles are an acceptable dinner.

I tried to get her some food when she said she was hungry, but when the server asked what she wanted she only wanted pickles. I offset it with the apple.

Plan an extra 20 minutes for a car ride.

The loading and unloading of the vehicle is definitely different from how I usually hop in and out. Oh, and if said child drops something, you have to stop and get it.

You really need a new car.

We drive big ol' trucks, and they are not conducive to chil'ren. It's no wonder they require everyone to have specific car seats for kids nowadays, and I'm happy I had one. I also wish I would have had a vehicle with better safety standards while transporting precious cargo, and automatic windows would have been nice. We seriously have crank windows and putting them up, down, up, down, over and over, started getting old. I finally told her it broke. It was just a lil' white lie.

Playdates are clutch.

I had to take Weiser to Aunt Amanda's, and Aunt Amanda happens to have a three year old. Those two entertained each other for several hours, and had lots of toys to play with that I didn't have at my house. Not too mention, we got to have girl time too. 

Win/win for everyone!

See that tablet in the left hand corner? That thing is fancier than my iPhone, and they both used it better than I use any electronic device. It's absolutely mind boggling.

I'm going to give Caleb a little shout out too.

This kid is a freakin' charmer, and has too much personality to fit into one person. I can't even tell you how much he surprises everyone with his ability to read people, get EXACTLY what he wants, and keep you laughing for hours. I'd tell you he's my three year old boyfriend, but that sounds weird. Let's just say, this picture says a lot.

The funniest part?

When I took her back to her mom, we climbed out of the truck, and as she jumped into my arms without a warning, she said "I'm done with you." What? Apparently she missed her momma. Good news is she still wants to play again, but yeesh, I thought I was about to get snubbed by a three year old.

Okay, time to go. Wish me luck on singing The National Anthem! Hopefully, it goes well and I can share a video with y'all soon. We shall see ;)