Boys aren’t from Venus, don’t try to change that
This past week I have been hanging out with my Dad while my mother has had a chance to enjoy her first ‘care-giver’ break in 16 months. After our trip to Stratford, we briefly stopped in KW to trick-or-treat with my nice, unpacked Mother and then eventually headed back to Bracebridge. After 5 days with her granddaughter (what more could a Grammie want?) mom has been entertaining us with stories of little Natalie, and contrasting it to my own youth.
Out shopping a week (ish) ago Natalie took it upon herself to grab a doll and vehemently claim it as her own. Now she takes ‘baby’ everywhere with her, holds it, looks after it – and when she’s bored, drops it on it’s head.
When I was at a similar stage of my life, my parents were expecting my brother. To help me become more accepting of the soon-to-be newborn they decided that I should get a ‘baby’ of my own. So they started hyping this baby doll, and sure enough I soon was excited to be off to the store (where else) and come home with my own child. Baby, baby, Baby, baby, was the chant as we entered the shop.
The big day arrived, and as my parents where in the doll section searching for the ‘ideal’ one when they noticed I had wondered over to a different section where I was happily entertaining myself.
BULLDOZER!!!!!!!!!!
That is the story of my first Dozer.
Boys will be boys, and girls will like dolls.
I am sorry that I wasn’t able to get a side picture of the Dragon and the Paper Bag Princess… it was a great costume.
