The Littlest Flirt on the Block

Our doorbell rang this morning. Chloe and Piper (as usual) beat me to it and threw open the door to find a Cub Scout. He was decked out in his uniform and collecting canned goods for a food drive. Chloe called me to the door and then ran away, completely uninterested. Piper, on the other hand, parked herself by the door and kept smiling up at him. I ran to grab some cans. The scout, who was probably about ten or eleven, waited very patiently. When I handed over the cans, he was very polite and thanked me for my donation. Then he flashed a smile at his little admirer. She giggled. She's three years old! We said good-bye and I shut the door. Piper was beaming. "He was so nice, wasn't he?" she gushed.

So it begins. I can see Piper's type: MUCH older and in uniform. Is it too early to start locking her in her room at night? I can tell this little coquette is going to be T-R-O-U-B-L-E.

Piper knows how to work the camera, too!