4-year-old Rachel to her daddy as he watches her dance around our living room before bedtime: Please don’t smile. You can be happy, but try not to smile because it reminds me of boys and girls and kissing, and that’s disgusting.
This is the same child who told me that Peter from Heidi was strong and kissed Heidi on the cheek. (She recounted all of this while smiling, beaming, really.) She also asked me a few months ago (when she was still an innocent 3 years of age) if I had any boyfriends. I told her no that the only “boyfriend” I had was her daddy. She wasn’t convinced. “Well, are there any boys you sometimes think about?”
Geez. Where did she get all this boyfriend mumbo jumbo from? All I can come up with is that two of her babysitters have boyfriends they occasionally mention.
“Nope,” I said. “Only Daddy.”
“Well, I have six boyfriends.”
Madeline, who is 6, is oblivious to boys except that she enjoys racing them across the soccer field, but Rachel is drawn to the idea of courtship (women and men dancing around in elaborate ballrooms – that sort of thing) and and strong men apparently. She also started trying on my shoes as soon as she was mobile and prefers wearing dresses (and tiaras and jewelry). She was born with a girly, glam gene, but at least she thinks kisses are disgusting, although later she clarified it was only wet kisses that were really gross.
My husband and I really aren’t looking forward to the dating years with three girls (maybe four?) under one roof. I’m going to start praying for the graces NOW.