Boys will be boys… unless they have long hair and are mistaken for a girl. Costco on a Tuesday morning… “what a beautiful princess you have there… she sure can eat a lot of pizza.” For the record, my princess was wearing a blue, red and green monster sweatshirt, navy cords and hiking boots, but he does love pizza.
I rarely say “it’s only for girls/boys”, unless we are talking anatomy. And I remember as a child hating to hear “you are not big enough”. So on Sunday morning I was putting on make-up and being grilled by a very unoriginal three year old “ what/ why?” I told him it was just for mommies and that it is mascara. Without missing a beat he wisely offered, “oh, so you can scare children?” If you aren’t laughing- say it out loud (mascara). I am hoping it was solely vocabulary that prompted that line. Oh, and yes, Conlin got to wear some blush, but not mascara to church.
A sight hard to forget are two little boys stomping through the house shooting stuffed animals with their “pop” guns. A slide back on the gun, pulls string and cap into the barrel, then POP! Stuffed animals are targeted everywhere, and the dog is hiding under the couch. Oh, boys will be boys, hmmm, actually these boys are dressed in pink sequins and tulle. If they could run in high heels, they would have accessorized further.
It’s a challenge to “get fancy” when you are a boy. Even I, a relaxed (maybe slightly crunchy?) parent have drawn the line at letting Conlin out of the house in a ballerina tutu. I will however allow a swimsuit, so every Thursday when we head off to dance class, Conlin excitedly dons his swimsuit, swimshirt and sandals . Yes, it’s February, and we live in Salt Lake City. Yes, it’s 30 degrees and snowing . Keeping up with little girls swathed in pink spandex and ballet shoes, can be tough, but Conlin proudly does it with shark shorts and Tevas.
