Town Floozy

Every community has that girl. You know, the one people whisper about.

Several months ago, I learned that Otter is the playground flirt. Unsatisfied with female companionship, she'll tolerate sitting side by side with the occasional baby girl shoveling sand, but when it comes to true depth of feeling, that is reserved for the boys. And apparently my generally demure daughter has no qualms about expressing her admiration by hugging the unsuspecting children.

Bree met this news with the goodwill Bonnie's father probably exhibited when first meeting Clyde. Whether he fears secret midnight baby dates or views this as early evidence that his first-born will be married to the town thug in a shot-gun wedding, I saw him mentally calculating the cost of a shotgun of his own.

Since then, things have gone from bad to worse. Not only has a steady man entered the picture, but there seems to be a growing list of back-up admirers. From friends' kids to the playground regulars, the world seems to be SB's oyster. And with more boys than girls being born each year, the odds seem in her favor.

But Otter is taking it all in stride, it seems. While it's clear that there's a front-runner ("Call Jimmy. Hi Jimmy. Jimmy play with spoon!"), she makes sure her other men-in-waiting get the occasional shout-out too. So Joey, Christian, and yes, even you Jimmy, take heed - play your cards right and you may yet win Otter's heart. That is, until her papa finds out about you...