Lexi calls everyone “she.” She knows the difference between boys and girls. She even takes great pleasure in pointing them out. When we are out anywhere, she points at girls and says “She’s girl.” If it is a boy, she says “She’s boy.” For the most part, I don’t think anything about it.
However, when it comes to referring to her dad in a feminine sense, I can’t help but laugh until I cry. He always crinkles up his nose and gives me a strange look. It is especially funny when she calls his soft sided lunch cooler “Dada’s purse.” Like when Lexi told me, “She’s get dada’s purse from she’s truck.” Yes, Dada was getting his cooler out of his truck.
Oh, I can’t leave out when she called him the highest honor in her vocabulary, “a Princess.” It started off innocent enough. She said, “Lexi a Princess. Momma a Princess. Dada a Princess.” After a little snicker, I politely explained to her that boys don’t like to be called Princesses (ok, some might, but she isn't ready for that lesson).
As anyone can imagine, my very guys-guy/sports loving/construction type of husband is looking forward to having another boy in the house. I guess all this girly-ness is just a little much. At least, she likes football.
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