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No Boys Allowed

February 29, 2008

We had these two little 3.5 year old boys over the play today. They’re a year and a half older than my girls and about a foot taller. Evidently their dad sat them down the night before and explained that the girls are smaller than they are and they have to be careful with them, blah, blah, blah. What a waste of air. The boys were angels and it was my daughter smacking them around about 10 minutes into the playdate. Embarassing for your two year old to hit someone bigger, older, and stronger than she. Let alone him being a guest in our home, etc. *sigh* Can you just picture my night before conversation the next time? “I know they’re bigger than you, older than you, and stronger than you, but please don’t beat them up.” This whole hitting thing is a new fun habit this week and it’s getting old pretty quick.

What was funny about today was my darling daughter, R, made it no secret she had no use for these two boys. When I asked her if she was excited about the boys coming over the play she said, loud and clear, “no.” (As opposed to her sister who got all excited, the little flirt.) And when it was time for snacks, A. sat down at the little kids table with a boy on each side while R. went into the other room and sat by herself at the dining room table. And when DH got home A. babbled about the boys by name while R. talked about the craft we did.

So does this mean I’ll only have to lock A. in her room until she’s 30? Or will they switch back and forth the same way they constantly switch being the “clingy one” and the “Daddy’s girl” and the “loud one.”

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2 Comments leave one →
  1. Mommy Daisy permalink
    February 29, 2008 8:42 pm

    That is so cute…and hilarious…all at once.

  2. carrie permalink
    March 4, 2008 7:59 pm

    We are currently contemplating an all-girls school and locking both girls in their room until they turn 28. Wait until A. goes to school and comes home and declares she has a boyfriend she is going to marry…that is not Daddy. Talk about stabbing you in the heart. The joys of raising girls..

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