Minttu has now decided that she is a boy |
When I went to collect her in the afternoon, one of the nursery staff mentioned that I should probably have a chat with Minttu, as she seemed to be confused about her gender.
"Minttu keeps saying she's a boy" the lady said, looking worried.
"Yes, I know," I replied. "I told her she was."
"Oh." was the response. The lady clearly did not find this funny.
Personally, if my two-year-old daughter wishes to be a boy for a while, I can't see the problem, but others may disagree.
Having argued over the butter, the flour, the sugar, the baking tins and which order their biscuits would be baked in, the children finally accepted that they could ALL bake together and they would ALL have biscuits at the end of it.
Nothing like a good row between siblings to get the day off to a good start. Once the sugar had been licked off enough biscuits, Minttu was off to the nursery to be a boy for another afternoon. And then all three of them came home to spend the evening talking about poo. Life can be complicated when you're under five.
Stil, they seemed to enjoy their day. Perhaps there are some lessons about life in there for us all somewhere :)
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