Boy Oh Boy (Versus Girls)

So...you see this massive little charmer o’ mine???

Well.

My massive little charmer has all of a sudden started to recognize what he perceives to be massive injustices in his world.

Like when we got out a giant box full of Hallmark ornaments and he was wildly frustrated over all the princesses.

“They’re all girls.

(Said like the world “girls” is a plague set out to destroy the world.)

“Where are the boys?”

Ha.

Or when he lamented the family movie selection of the night because “all we watch is princesses.” Again, with the infernal plague delivery, but with the addition of flinging himself on the couch in despair.

For the record, that night’s selection was Pocahontas—because the girlies have been focusing on Native American history at school—and I tried my best to convince him that she wasn’t officially a princess, and there were warriors in the movie, but he wasn’t buying what I was selling. 

He did, however, finally acquiesce and watch a bit—and hilariously mused that he liked Pocahontas’s lips (and then giggled), and the next morning, he played with my lips while we were snuggling in the morning, and told me that I should make them red, and I said, “like Pocahontas?” and he smiled and sort of giggled again, ha. I mean...I DIE.

Or...when he whined yesterday about why we didn’t have a black eye mask (I sleep in one every night, and our house is filled with pastel eye masks for the girlies and I, but no manly colors to be found, ha).

Last but not least, he’s also recently come to recognize the “injustices” of being forced to tag along to the girlies’ dance classes, wait on them every day in the school carpool line, and bide his time “watching” their soccer games.

“It’s boring.”

“It’s not fair.”

For the record, “boring” is a word I actually don’t tolerate at home, so this is a severe accusation, ha.

So...long and short. My boy is a-growing and becoming more aware of his world. Gone are the days of me assuming he’ll just go with the flow, no questions asked, and enjoy whatever is happening and just be happy to be out and about, or content with an ornament, regardless of gender.

And let’s be real—he sort of has a point (albeit, a bit of a spoiled on) with it all. 

Hence the reason I outfitted him with a very boy Christmas tree in his room, chock full of very boy ornaments.

And yeah, sure, this house is full of glitter and princesses—BUT, it’s absolutely, completely chock full of superheroes and BOY toys (but not Boy Toys, tehe), as well.

So all is just fine and dandy in his world, and he wants for nothing—but it doesn’t hurt to give him a little special attention, like his own project or excursion or treat while his sissies are at school. ‘Cause let’s be real: the youngest really does have to tag along for everything, ha.

So...here’s to spoiled boys and girls, and the joy of both.

And the joy of a little Christmas tree painting. ;)

Over and out.

Love this crazy kid. :)