Dora has finally been abandoned in favour of Diego and anything "girlie" is violently rejected. On the other hand, they are much more aware that girls are different and more open to some basic lessons in modern day chivalry. Which is awesome.
The other day we were discussing Sprout's upcoming birthday. He was happily cataloging for me all the things he would like and I was bursting his cute little bubble. It's kind of pointless to buy a Wii game when one does not own a Wii, nor are we adding a pet any time soon. In order to distract him I asked the boys what they were going to get me for my upcoming birthday.
They both decided that I needed something for a girl.
Spud told me that he would tell me what he was going to get me as long as promised to forget it right away. So, before I keep my promise, I have to tell you.
What 35 year old wouldn't be delighted to receive Barbie and the Three Musketeers?
Maybe this one.
In his defense, I think he talked with his cousins to whom that particular DVD is Da Bomb (Look at me all hip and slangy) and then extrapolated that I too would be utterly delighted with animated airheads trashing a classic story about friendship and loyalty.
Not to be outdone, Sprout too figured I needed something girlie.
It looks like I'm also getting a tutu. And dancing shoes.
I'll wait till those of you who know me IRL to stop laughing.
I adore dance. The watching of it. The doing of it, not so much. As my dad so succinctly put it, when I was little and pretended to be a ballerina I moved with all the grace of a baby elephant.
Some things never change. Except now I more closely resemble the momma elephant.
If I were to don the tutu and dance I'd probably end up in traction. But at least I'd have something to watch.