Zoe and Esther cry about EVERYTHING. If I say, “lets put on our shoes” they look at me and cry. If oh, say, a flower they picked starts to wilt, they cry. Matt is totally appalled by this behavior, and I keep telling him that they are just girls, they are just different, that’s all. He is convinced they need medical attention, perhaps some hormone therapy or something.
After the event I am about to relate to you, he finally believes me.
Our friends were having lunch with us last Sunday, and the adults were talking on the balcony, kids running around like animals having a blast. I got up to check on something, and discovered Zoe and her 6 year old friend Elijah had put the guinea pig in the kids potty chair, after nearly drowning it in the sink.
I told her that she ONLY gets to give the pig a bath with mom’s help, because it would be easy for him to drown. I put the pig away, run to check the cookies in the oven and ignore her winding up for a good cry.
Matt overheard this:
Elijah (middle of 3 boys): Uh, Zoe, why are you crying?
Zoe: cause, hiccup, Mommy said, hiccup, no giving my guinea pig a bath, hiccup hiccup SOB.
Elijah: (in total disbelief) So, youre, uh, CRYING?!
Zoe: yeah, hiccup hiccup SOB, it makes me SAD! SOB
Elijah: you shouldn’t cry about that Zoe. Its stupid.
Zoe: (drying up instantly) oh, ok.
2 seconds later, screams of laughter and fun as they chase each other around the house again.
Moral of the story? We need to hang out with boys more often.