I’ve always been afraid of having a girl. Not because of the usual boy-related reasons to be afraid of having girls. What gives me the heebie-jeebies is the thought that she could be one of those girls. You know, the excessive pink-wearing, princess-gear demanding, interested in nothing but hair and makeup and shoes kind of girl.
And it’s striking fear in my heart, really it is.
Because I see signs.
Exhibit A: Wearing my shoes
Exhibit B: Wearing my shoes and then striking a pose.
Exhibit C: Carrying a purse everywhere
Exhibit D: Excessive interest in hairstyles:
See? I find these developments disturbing. Cute, but disturbing. Clearly, as an antidote, I need to spend more time working on her dribbling (soccer, not drool) in the backyard. She’s showing a tendency to only kick with her right foot, and that’s not a good habit to get into.
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