I've been informed that, apparently, it's not good to say 'shush' or similar to little girls since lacking a Y chromosome means she's likely to get hushed into compliant submission as an adult by everyone else.
Girl has heard this and has taken to yelling at me: "Don't shush me mama!" or "Stop shushing me!"
I suspect she isn't going to have any problem standing up for herself. Or I hope not. It's a nuisance sometimes now (though equally cute and endearing at times), but I'm sure it'll mean she's an alpha female one day.
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She told me a bedtime story yesterday:
Once upon a time there were three little pigs and they were lazy.
Along came a big, bad wolf in fluffy underpants and he knocked on their door and then ate them all up.
She seems to have gotten the main points, more or less.
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The other day, when Boy declared that he couldn't possibly use the plate that had been lovingly provided for him since a cow had pooed on it, we expressed some credulity about the likelihood that a cow could come into our house, let along defecated anywhere, without us noticing.
Girl told us: Yes, it was ONE cow. And it pooed EVERYWHERE! [add sound effects]
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