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May. 9th, 2003
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May. 9th, 2003 02:52 pmYup, I have a clean house. And nobody showed up for the drop-in. But it was actually an amazingly good morning - the boys played outside while I cleaned, then I read to them on the front steps, then we came in and made frozen yoghurt popsicles and ginger cookies. I'm going to gain a ton this summer.
I wonder if fathers of daughters ever get this feeling of "::sigh:: They just don't get it, do they?" when they try to do boy-things with their daughters and run into hard-wired differences between the sexes. I love cooking with my boys (which is strange because I hate cooking by myself), and they love it too, but...
Case in point, this morning. What could be more domestic and non-testoteroned than baking cookies, for god's sake? And yet my little darlings, as they mixed molasses and egg and Crisco together in a big bowl, made all sorts of bombing noises and chattered excitedly about destroying a village and when I put in the flour, baking soda, ginger, etc enthused about how the village was getting reinforcements and they were still destroying because they were stronger and...
Yeah. I wonder if dads ever take their daughters fishing and end up having the girls babble about mama fishies and baby fishies and making friends with the fishies and all that girly stuff. It's very amusing, in a slightly frustrating way.
I wonder if fathers of daughters ever get this feeling of "::sigh:: They just don't get it, do they?" when they try to do boy-things with their daughters and run into hard-wired differences between the sexes. I love cooking with my boys (which is strange because I hate cooking by myself), and they love it too, but...
Case in point, this morning. What could be more domestic and non-testoteroned than baking cookies, for god's sake? And yet my little darlings, as they mixed molasses and egg and Crisco together in a big bowl, made all sorts of bombing noises and chattered excitedly about destroying a village and when I put in the flour, baking soda, ginger, etc enthused about how the village was getting reinforcements and they were still destroying because they were stronger and...
Yeah. I wonder if dads ever take their daughters fishing and end up having the girls babble about mama fishies and baby fishies and making friends with the fishies and all that girly stuff. It's very amusing, in a slightly frustrating way.
