HALP! My Daughter is a Girl!
I know that title sounds obvious and you are now wondering if I rode the short bus or spent way too much time using rubber cement growing up, but I’m
terrifyingly slowly realizing that D1 is, in fact, a girl. <– and that picture of a teenage girl? D1 best recognize she isn’t going outside in just a sports bra.
Sure, the midwife announced she was a girl and her pee can only go in one direction, but a few recent developments have reinforced the fact that she is a girl.
First, she likes to ask me, “Appa, do you like my shirt?” or “Appa, can you say, ‘I like your shirt?'” Not even three and she’s already fishing for compliments.
Second, she LOVES handbags and shoes. And not just any handbags or shoes, but pretty ones. I’m a guy–not to mention, Captain Obvious for the day–so “pretty” handbags or shoes/boots is anything on significant discount or something from DSW or a similar discount place (God bless them). Not D1, however. Once, I asked her to try on my shoes, which I got on discount from Amazon and needed to use SlickFillers to bring it up to $25 for FREE super saver shipping, and she replied, “I don’t like them.” She knows not to dig through mommy’s purses/handbags (apparently, there’s a difference?), but when other ladies come over, she immediately grabs their bag and walks around with it on her elbow.
Third, she loves shiny jewelry. Whenever she sees a piece, she’ll ask, “Appa, when I get older, can you buy me that?” Can any ladies out there tell me at what age the “Sure. I’ll get it for you when you’re older” excuse stops working? I’m also trying to convince her that the Tiffany color is a bad color.
Finally, and most troubling, the other night, she says, “Appa, when I get older, I’m going to marry a prince.” We seriously need to chill with the Disney books.
My daughter is a girl. Any advice? That doesn’t involve being a regular blood donor?