My daughter is not a ‘girlie girl’.
She thinks she’s a 6-year-old boy like her older brother and looks at me all horrified like I’m asking her to roll on broken glass when I suggest she wears a dress.
Someone bought her some Disney Princess book for Christmas and she’s scribbled on most of their picture perfect faces, like she’s censoring them or doing her own brand of airbrushing.
Princesses are not her thing.
But today, today she discovered bunches and I’ve never been more proud.
She actually asked me to ‘do my hair like yours mummy’ (Ok ok, I know, I’m 40 for god’s sake, I shouldn’t be wearing bunches, but shoot me why don’t you).
Of course, later on she tore them out so she could get her Batman mask on over her head.
But still, it’s a start.
Hmm, it turns out not so wordless after all . . .