We were driving the other day and I caught the end of a very funny conversation between my eight year old and my five year old daughter. I'm not positive what the topic at hand was, but I hear my eight year old tell her sister, "Well, boys are like that...they are super weird." "They all have cooties." This catches my attention...I inconspicuously look in the rearview mirror as not to grab their attention. I see the look on my five year old's face...one of confusion...she then says, "Well, Daddy is a boy." Then my eight year old proceeds to tell her, "No, he doesn't count. He's different. He's Daddy."
I find myself chuckling quietly. I look back again and they are both smiling and content with that answer. I think to myself, "Oh girls...please continue to think boys are weird or whatever for at least the next 10 to 12 years!!!" All boys of course for the exception of Daddy.
They are so innocent and I love that about them. Some days I look at my eight year old and I can't believe my eyes. She is growing like a weed and in someways so grown up, but in other ways still my baby girl. I'd like to keep her my "baby girl" as long as I can. Kids are forced to grow up so fast in today's society. Let them be kids and enjoy their childhood as they are supposed to.
“Sometimes the questions are complicated and the answers are simple.”
― Dr. Seuss
Hi I'm Jen, married to my best friend for 16 years and a Mom to 3 beautiful, energetic daughters. My blog is about life, learning to live with Grace and Girls Raised In The South (GRITS). Thanks for spending some time in my small part of the world! I hope you find a story you can relate to and you'll want to come back!
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