Will my little girl with the pretty name and the big pretty eyes ever become remotely girly?
I only ask because she seems to be going further and further down the route of tomboyishness.
“You’re such a good girl, Mia” I say (she’s usually not to be fair, but I’m trying to indoctrinate her).“No I’m not, I’m a good boy.”
And sometimes when I am dressing her in the morning she’ll announce: “I want to look like a boy. I want to look like Daniel” (or Danul, as she pronounces it).
Whenever I do manage to prize her into a pretty dress, her knees are so bruised and scuffed that she looks like she comes from a home where we make her crawl around on the tarmac all day.
And she always ALWAYS has to put her wellies on with it.
So when I asked her to try a new dress on – an absolutely gorgeous 50s looking number – I expected her to look it up and down with her usual distain, turn her back on me like I’ve just asked her to wear a cabbage or a baby’s romper suit and say “no” (a no that actually means ‘and don’t ever ask me such a clearly ridiculous question again’).
But blow me down she put it on. Happily. And the matching hat. I think I stood there with my mouth open for 5 full minutes.
And she looked utterly charming.
Then she trotted down the garden to play tea parties and my poor poor heart did swell.
SHE. IS. BECOMING. A LITTLE. GIRL.
This morning she tried to wee standing up like her brother then said: “When will I get a willy like Daniel?”