Emma: Mom, did you know that some boys like to play with Barbies?
Me: Yeah, it’s great, isn’t it?
Emma: Mom, they’re boys; I don’t think it’s normal.
Me: Says who? You have a dump truck. What’s the big deal? Boys should be allowed to do anything girls do and the same for girls.
Emma: Boys shouldn’t wear skirts.
Me: Why not? If they want to they should.
Emma: Then some people might think they’re GIRLS.
Me: Who cares? And maybe they want people to think they’re girls. How would you like it if someone told you there were things you couldn’t do because you are a girl? Like play on the dirt pile out back because only boys play on the dirt pile? Or play soccer, because only boys play soccer?
Emma: I don’t even play soccer.
Me: You were on a soccer team last year… AND YOU START SOCCER CAMP ON MONDAY.
Emma: Can you cancel soccer camp?
HOW DOES THIS HAPPEN? I’m not raising a sexist, redneck. At least, I’m trying not to.
A man once served us in Sephora. He had painted nails and wore makeup. Emma boldly informed him boys don’t wear makeup or paint their nails. I HALF DIED. We were holding hands, otherwise I would have pretended she was someone else’s kid. Sephora man and I challenged her. He responded since he was wearing makeup, obviously boys CAN wear it. I asked her to give us a reason boys shouldn’t wear makeup or paint their nails.
Damn you, Disney.
In hindsight, I love that she thinks out loud. It gives me a chance to suss out life with her.