We're in trouble...

Georgia tells us frequently what she likes: "I like Tinker Bell," "I like yogurt", etc.

Last night, we watched the movie Polar Express, where the main character is a young boy who doesn't believe in Santa Claus. He is not named, so when Georgia asked "Who's that?" like she often does, I told her "the boy."

So at breakfast this morning, Georgia grinned at us and proclaimed "I like boys!"

And so it begins...