I always knew my daughter was "advanced", but by "advanced", I meant she learned her ABCs pretty early and crushed her peers when it came to sorting shapes and stacking blocks.
I did not mean she was "advanced" in the area of B-O-Y-S.
I have witnessed Mazzy demand attention from the men in her life (yes, that's plural; sorry guys, if you thought you were the only one) but I always thought her initiative was adorable and not the precursor to something much more worrisome.
But one night last week, I found myself totally shocked and stunned when the following scenario went down...











































