Well, I could bore you about the squirrels returning! I heard them yesterday at 0600, waking me up. I sprayed the attic with squirrel repellant. In retalliation, they woke me this morning at 0530. Dammit. So I will once again bait the trap and take up my pellet gun and sit in my sniper's perch.
I could go on about my indoor water feature (under the slap! this should be fun), but I really don't know what else to say about it. (Let's buy a house! Shoot me.)
Role reversal sounds much more fun.
A while back, there was a story in the news about a mom and son painting their nails. I don't remember, nor do I really care, if it was over the color (pink) or the simple fact of a boy painting his nails. Needless to say, we don't have that problem in this house. The Wife doesn't paint her nails.
We do have 'boy' toys and 'girl' toys. Which is to say, cars, dinosaurs, pirates, etc and we have My Little Ponies, princesses, dolls, etc. Every once in a while, it seems like they totally switch toys.
Most recently, Miss L was having a knock-down, drag-out dino brawl that would have impressed any five or six year old boy. (Hey, this is one cool chick!) In the mean time, Mr. B was playing house with the My Little Ponies, with mommy ponies, daddy ponies, and child ponies. It was highly amusing.
Very shortly after they reasserted 'normal' gender roles. Mr. B went back to smashing cars and Miss L was playing with her Fairies. In a house where the mom works and the dad stays home, I guess we are all about busting social norms.
Go ahead....
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Have you looked for the squirrels entrance point? Some expansion foam and wire mesh should keep them out. Also, T-Rex traps are awesome!!
We have much of the same thing at our place; sometimes they play with traditional gender bias, and others without it.
I was all about the Hot Wheels when I was a little girl.....
I love that you two are raising the kiddos this way! Yay for progressive you.
Gee...it almost sounds like I'm calling you liberal. :) But I know that would be fighting words!
My boy asked for his nails to be painted a couple times. What the hell, you know? Why not?
I do recall though, in my own childhood, that my father, a professional drummer, refused to let me play the drums, saying that girls didn't play the drums. He tried to teach my brother, who had no real interest. Meanwhile, I went on to learn four different instruments and play professionally myself.
Still. I would've been a kick-ass drummer...
Pearl
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