Me: Kate, you are not being a very nice girl
Kate: Being a not-nice girl is fun
I couldn't argue with that. Being a not-nice girl is VERY fun.
Kate is such an "unstereotypically*" ungirly-girl. It is probably all my doing, as I am a very ungirly girl myself, but she really does take (not bake) the cake. When ever we go to the shop and I tell them they can choose a toy each, Adam always (ALWAYS) chooses a car, or a variation thereof (car / bike / truck / digger etc) and Kate almost always chooses something completely ungirl-like - usually a monster, or a skeleton or a dinosaur. Last week it was a packet of plastic snakes and today** this is what she chose: (Adam chose a fire truck! Living life on the edge!)
The 'Alien Magic' was a COMPLETE waste of money, but the monster proved a big hit. You know how in Africa the moms carry their kids on their back? Well Kate made us wrap her monster up on her back.
She says "I just love my monster". Apparently the monster's name is also Madame Fifi, "same like Kate". Madame Fifi the monster is currently in bed, under the duvet with Kate Madame Fifi Albertyn, lover of all things creepy and scary.
My poor children have no chance. They are both just as odd as their mother. Poor dears.
(Adam told me today that when he is bigger, he is going to bike school. What is bike school, I asked. Bike school is a school where you ride bikes and cars all day. That's all you do. Learn about bikes and cars and ride them, all day. Like father, like son.)
*Orange, my feminist, non-plastic surgery-loving friend-in-the-computer made me put the stereotypical thing in. Besides being slightly attracted to her, I am also a little scared of her.
**They could each choose a toy after the dentist visit today. I had to resort to bribery because Kate refused to sit in the dentist chair. The dentist told me that the kids must stop sucking their dummies soon. Sob. You can say "I told you so" if you like. I'll try not to swear back at you.