-I'm unclear as to what a pollywog is
-I'm ignorant of most of the rules of baseball, football, soccer, and, hell, badminton
-I throw like a girl
-My husband throws like a girl
-I haven't the first clue how to play GI Joe
-I don't want anything called a "Megazord" in my house
-Power Rangers make me throw up in my mouth a little
-I'm very unsure about proper little boy hygeine
-I don't care to learn to fish
-I am markedly unenthusiastic about finding worms and other bugs in my son's pockets while standing in front of the washer
But, on the other hand, I am still nervous about these things with Bean:
-I had better make peace with Barbie, because those little Bratz whores aren't stepping one plastic foot into this house.
-My ability to compete against the Disney Princess brand
-Are you really supposed to stick your pinky out at a tea party? And seriously, would Miss Manners approve of wearing a tiara before sunset?
-If she plays soccer, does that make me a soccer mom by default?
-Junior high queen bees, and what to do if she is one
-When she turns twelve and EVIL
-When she turns twelve and I move to Mexico
-Oh my God, what if she becomes a CHEERLEADER? Fuuuuuuck.
-Dating (oh, ack.)
This parenting thing isn't for wimps.
Bean can still put worms in her pocket (I was notorious for bringing bugs home as a kid)and your son could still turn evil when he's 12. I agree that parenting isn't for wimps!
Posted by: Shannon at September 27, 2007 10:32 PMHi Jen,
Congratulations on the pending boy. My folks were like you folks and not a single one of the boy things you worry about ever happened to me (or because of me.) So far I've managed to stay off any most-wanted lists. Regardless of their particular hobbies, boys are simple: They want love and food and access to shiny things.
As for Megazord OR Barbie, I have one word for you: LEGO.
One day science will show that Lego is the key to everything.
Godspeed, John Glenn.
You'll do fine!