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So last night before her bedtime, Bumper was jumping on the couch and telling her Dad about her day. Somehow their conversation wandered off on a nonsensical tangent (that's my girl) that found itself at "Bumper's first pajama party" and who she'd invite.
We were throwing names at her and she would laugh and nod in agreement that they would be on the super cool pj party list.
Then we started throwing silly made up names at her which made her laugh harder, then SB suggested that she invites some kid named "Shrugger". She stopped cold and said a firm no.
SB and I looked at each other and asked (with obvious intrigue) why this imaginary Shrugger wasn't allowed at her pajama party?
"Because he's a boy and he likes me."
Reaction of both parents: nervous laughter mixed with horror.
Where the heck did a 29 month old little girl pick that sort of thing up?
Her interactions with boys (outside of family) is limited to a once a week gym class (where she surprisingly doesn't interact with the boys - at all) and one of her friends "older" brother who at age five, isn't the least bit interesting in discussing romance - Transformers? Yes. Girls? No freakin' way!
On our front, we never tease her about boys in that way and none of her books or television exposures involve "romance" of any degree. We would like her to avoid the crummy, I mean wonderful but painful world of romance for as long as possible thankyouverymuch (yes I realize I've been abusing that run on word of late, but I will use it as often as I like, thankyouverymuch).
I find it a smidge distressing and now I'm having this nature versus nurture debate in my head. Trying to find all influential variables, possible exposure, and for the love of chocolate - a possible hypothesis. Oh my head hurts and it isn't just he quick dry cement's fault.
What's she going to be like as a teen? We're sunk if she's boy crazy already.
Overreaction? Most likely yes, but still.... where did my iddy biddy little baby go? (WAH!). Does anyone else find something familiar in this reaction? Am I alone? Am I turning into Carrie's mom?
Moving right along (Why yes, I do live next to the De Nile river where suppressing anxiety is a required for survival).
The lovely Christina over at A Mommy Story gave me an award for being Sassy (you have to say it like you mean it - sass-seeeee!) which is super cool because it totally matches my new Dorothy Hamill inspired haircut I got this past weekend. The haircut actually leans very Vidal Sassoon which makes me wonder if the hairdresser pulled an 70's make-over on me.
Let me pass the joy of this sweet and sassy award to some deserving Sass makers I have met in my blog travels: My favorite UK blog friend over at Where Ewe Go, There Ewe Are (love the new green diggs) and Jennie who always makes me laugh and/or sigh over at GoNelsons. Both are super sassy (in a totally empowered way) and deserve the bling.
Okay, I'm going to curl back up on the couch, complain to no one in particular about his killer cold, and make sure my daughter doesn't pull another stunt like yesterdays "I'm going to open the food colouring and pour it all over my body and the floor while my momma takes a two-second shower" stunt. Fun f'ing times, fun f'ing times.