It's Great Being a Girl

This morning I was in the bathroom with the 3 littles, trying to get everybody ready for the day. J and Roo were on stools brushing their teeth while I was brushing Princess G's hair. As soon as J was done, I told him to return his toothbrush to the holder and go watch some cartoons. At this, Princess G was just indignant. The conversation went like this:

PG: What? Why doesn't he have to brush his hair?

Me: His hair isn't long enough to brush.

PG: That's not fair! All he has to do is put on clothes and brush his teeth?

Me: Uh, yeah.

PG: But he doesn't even match his clothes!

Me: Well, you don't have to match your clothes.

(This was such an untruth. For some reason, I don't mind letting J walk out of the house looking like a colorblind tourist, but PG and I will have a throw down over whether her socks look better pulled up or folded over).

PG: No I can't!

*sound of crickets chirping while I silently give her props for drawing the bs line*

Me: Well, if you want I can cut your hair exactly like J's- then you can just put on your clothes and brush your teeth like he does.

PG: (with an eyeroll) Maaaama! I'm not going to get a BOY haircut.

*more silence while she thinks.

PG: Mama, you know what? I wouldn't want to be a boy. Girls get to wear dresses OR pants, capris, shorts, blouses, sundresses, skirts........

I fade out on the coversation while she lists every item of girl clothing imaginable in Forrest Gump style. (Remember- "BBQ shrimp, boiled shrimp, shrimp linguine", etc. )

Love that movie.

I come back to her saying:

PG:.... and sandals. Well, girl kind. I guess they can wear the boy kind. But boy sandals are ugly. Boys feet are ugly too.

Me: Mmm-hmm.

PG: It's way more fun to be a girl.

Me: (finishing her ponytail) Way more fun.

So I guess we got the first of our mother daughter "gender inequity" talks out of the way. Maybe that'll be it for a while. At least until she learns about monthly periods. Yay.

You all have a good night.