Remember how I mentioned "the man" in my So What! post this week? Well, if not, let me fill you in. You see, Kinley is a challenging child. Especially in public. So to combat this
So yeah, "the man" is in every store. She asks about him all the time. "Is the man here? Where is the man? What's the man doing?"
We went to the dance store last week. Kinley was being horrible! Running through the store, running through the racks, kicking off her shoes....yeah. Luckily it was only us and a friend of ours in the store. Otherwise, I would have walked out in embarrassment. I told her that the man was in the back. Near the fitting rooms, there was a door to the store room open. "The man is back there, do I need to go and get him!?" She straightened right up! For the most part. So this trip ran right through nap time. She was over due. On the way home, she was hysterical. First, she was crying for her boogey shop (shopping cart). We had passed a grocery store and she saw the carts outside. She wanted to get in one. So she's freaking out for the boogey shop. And yes, I recorded it.
THEN, as if that fit wasn't enough....she starts crying for the man. She is crying hysterically that she "needs her man! I need my man! I want my man to hold me!" Ummmmm, yeah. Fabulous.
Another day, I was getting ready to shower and told her to stay in my bed with Lucy to watch Super Why. She asked where I was going and I told her to take a shower. She asked why...of course, she always asks why. I told her that I was dirty. She then responds, "have you been playing on a farm?!" Yes, that's exactly it.
When she sings the song, "there were two in the bed and the little one said, roll over, roll over, so they all rolled over and one fell off....." (stop me). She sings, "and the little one said, roll ova-bah, roll ova-bah". Yes, I love it. And suggest that song to her a million times a day just to hear her sing it.
She is very much in to the whole "who is who and what is what" right now. Defining genders and roles is really big in her world. So every day, several times a day, we are clarifying her questions. It goes something like this:
Kinley: "Daddy, you're a boy?"
Richie: "Yes, daddy is a boy."
Kinley: "I'm a boy, too, same."
Richie: "No, you are a girl. A little girl."
Kinley: "And Daddy's a little guul too?"
Richie: "No, Daddy is a boy and you are a girl."
Kinley: "Daddy's a boy?"
Richie: "Yes, Daddy is a boy."
Kinley: "I a boy too, same."
Richie: deep sigh.
|Hot mess! A cell phone in each pocket. She|
thinks she's something else.