Friday, February 8, 2008
A lesson on girls
The difference between little boys and girls has never been made so apparent to me as it was last Wednesday. My sweet friend let me watch her little girl who is a few months younger than Noah and the boys tried their hardest to make her feel comfortable in our home.
This meant of course, that I found myself saying all of the following:
Boys, stop growling at her.
Stop Noah, that's called a bow. It's meant to be there.
Calvin, it's ok if she doesn't want the monster truck.
Please don't aim at her face.
No, you can't "run her over" if she's in the way.
I'm pretty sure she doesn't want to play Tackle-Wrestle right now.
After trying everything they could think of to make her happy, they gave up and defaulted back to racing around the house with cars. This gave me the chance to play with her alone and I thoroughly enjoyed our quiet and peaceful time looking at books, stacking blocks, and sorting shapes. I wasn't once hit in the head by any flying objects and I had spent more than five minutes sitting down in one place. It was amazing!
When snack time came around, the boys were getting a better feel about how to treat girls. I was very impressed as they sat quietly at their table with her and even offered to share their goldfish and raisins. In doing so, this meant that they had dibs on her pretzels and apples.