Writing Wrongs

June 06, 2005

On Saturday, I took Andrew to see The Hobbit at the Minneapolis Children�s Theater. (Aha! There is culture beyond Fear Factor and American Idol in the Tahmaseb household.) Bob, on the other hand, prepared to go shopping with Kyra.

Uh oh.

You gotta understand. Dad + kid(s) + Target = purchases of a questionable nature.

So when we arrive home, what do we see? A certain kidlet cleaned up thanks to a clearance aisle full of princess stuff. So now she has a pink satin pillow with fringe, a matching purse with a sparkly feather strap, headbands, hair clips, princess pink lip gloss, and the pi�ce de r�sistance: princess pink fingernail polish.

Now an almost three-year-old doesn�t really need fingernail polish, does she? Still, I�d given almost anything for a picture of Bob painting his daughter�s fingernails and toenails. We try to let her be who she wants to be, even this young, and if that involves princess pink everything, then so be it.

Andrew wasn�t all that pleased. According to him, the road to becoming a snotty third grade girl is paved with princess pink. Those girls in his class think they�re �all that� (even though they are so clearly not, at least not in his eyes). He predicts dark things if we don�t stop this immediately.

A bit later, Kyra steamrollered over her brother. This happens at least once a day, but Andrew (also know as �The Negotiator�) used it to his advantage.

He glowered at me and said: �See, Mommy! It�s starting already. She thinks she�s all that.�

And a bag of chips.

Charity Tahmaseb wrote at 1:37 p.m.

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