That she insists on being a boy?
Probably not.
*Dusts off blog*
Which of course simultaniously cracks me up and drives me insane. Only because it sort of stomps on my idea of raising a girl who knows she can do anything a boy can, and better. Clearly my women's studies minor and studies on feminist philosophy aren't going to come in handy anytime soon...
I know it's a phase, and I'm sure it's going to pass just like the "I'm Prince Charming" phase did but we are going on months of "I'm a boy" or "I can't wear a clippie because boys don't wear clippies" or "that's not a boy shirt!" or "My name isn't honey, it's BOY."
I ignore it for the most part and don't really want to make it a thing, knowing that if I attempt to try and fight it then it will only be worse, but it's sort of driving me nuts. Instead of fighting it I tell her "boys can't totally wear pony tails! Doesn't so and so wear a pony tail?" (referring to a guy we know who has long hair...)
And you can imagine my joy (after having to bribe her to wear a skirt to an event we went to last weekend) when we passed a man wearing a skirt the other day and I whispered to her "See, boys can totally wear dresses!" If she didn't have gender confusion before she will now, lol.
And don't worry, she doesn't actually think she's a boy (she knows boys from girls) she just wants to be boy.
Oy vey.
~Mama A~