‘I’m a girl and I’m so beautiful,
I wear a dress and I’m not a boy.
Mommy’s a boy and Julie’s a girl.’
This is the song my daughter just sang to me.
Ever since we had the baby, she has been going through an identity crisis. At any given moment she will blurt out, ‘I’m a boy!’ I then have to explain that she is indeed a girl. The first time she was around when I was changing his diaper, this was our conversation:
K: He has poop!
Me: That isn’t poop, that is his penis and that is how he goes potty.
K: I have a pea-nuts too!
Me: No, you have a vagina – that’s how girls go potty.
K: I have a gi-na.
K: I’m a boy.
And so every day, all day long she tells me ‘I’m a boy’.
Me: If you’re a boy, then I can throw away your princess shoes and your pretty dresses because you won’t need them.
K: I’m a girl.
And everytime I change him, she says ‘He has a pea-nuts again.’ And I tell her that it is attached and it’s not going anywhere.