I’m trying to work out what’s happening with my family. I took all 3 kids with me to do the grocery shopping yesterday. People say getting a 13 year old to do anything with another family member is impossible. That’s probably why you felt the earth wobble on its axis around 4pm Thursday.
Despite the best efforts of my wife and I to avoid allowing stereotypes and clichés to grow on our children, they have grown to identify very strongly with their gender.
Miss 7 is the pinkest princess around. That’s not to say she isn’t the toughest kid in her class at school because she is.
Mr 9 must have red; in the absence of red, anything that isn’t pink, purple or yellow is OK. But he plays violin, started trombone this week and hugs the dog through scary movies.
Mr 13 is blue all the way. He’s affronted by "girl’s jobs" but will appear beside his mother with a hug, a kiss and unsolicited compliments.
So back to the shops… What perplexes me are the choices made at the end of the trip. The kids were all well behaved so I offered them a treat – flavoured milk. In the brand I chose there was only strawberry or chocolate. And you can say goodbye to the stereotypes right now. Pink had chocolate, Red and Blue had strawberry. Just like their dad, colour doesn’t matter if the flavour’s right.