There was such joy in our family when the doctor revealed we we’re having a girl. I had two sons, nine nephews and zero opportunity to buy pink. Don’t get me wrong. I love my boys and wouldn’t trade them for anything in the world. Well, maybe I would consider giving one up for a pair of Christian Louboutin heels. I rarely splurge on shoes that you don’t have to peel off the price sticker.
I just longed to buy dresses and have tea parties. At 2-years-old my daughter already enjoys wearing bows in her golden blonde hair and slipping on my necklaces while wearing pajamas. She also picks her nose and gives me the boogar as it were wrapped in a turquoise box and tied with white ribbon. I’ve got my princess alright. The first time she presented her snot I sarcastically thanked her. She said, “You’re Welcome!” with a twinkle in her eye. I am trying to teach her to wipe her nose with a tissue. Then, I am going to tackle her desire to tell people where her “butt hole” is. My darling daughter, who likes to play with Barbies, also claims a fart with pride. Isn’t it great what older brothers teach us? Miss Manners wouldn’t know where to begin.