Kids.

I'm good with kids. Right? I have three Godsons. That must mean something. Right? That means..I have been trusted THREE times to care for children. And Gina doesn't let people ANYONE get close to her son...and he calls me his girlfriend. So that means something. Right?

Except when it comes down to it. I'm nervous to meet a five year old.


I rarely admit it. I have a soft spot for kids. Some kids. Cute kids. I spoil my favorites. I have always sent my Godchildren small gifts and I'm pen-pals with a 6 year old. I remind Gina when the cool kid shows are on, that way..Zach won't miss them. I'm always up for a trip to the zoo, park, or even just picking them up at school. Zach held my hand and gave me a kiss once...and asked me if he could come play with my toys and have a sleepover. Kids like me. I'm fun!

Where's that invisible line that lets me know if I'm pushing boundaries?