Minttu has now decided that she is a boy |
Perhaps more radically, Minttu has also had a change of identity this week. She has decided that she is, in fact, a boy. On one occasion, earlier in the week, I made the mistake of trying to persuade her that she was actually a girl. The result was not pretty. Minttu exploded with rage and screamed until I agreed that she could be a boy for the day. She calmed down immediately at this and went to the nursery to proudly tell everyone about her new identity.
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 seen one of the worst films in cinematographic history yesterday evening, (if you are thinking of seeing the Lego movie....DON'T...), this morning we put aside all issues of gender and did some baking.
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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