Medium Boy and I were eating our lunch side by side. His female cousin G had flounced into the
kitchen twirling her ballerina skirt around, multi coloured hair ties in her
hair.
MB: Why did God make me a boy and not a girl, Mama?
Me: (stunned momentarily)
Why do you want to be a girl…..
MB: (smiles wryly and continues eating while looking at G)
Me: Ah, do you want to wear a skirt and tie up your hair
like G too… maybe… sometimes….
I can only guess what he was thinking, hey, I am no psychic. Only an often amused, sometimes bemused mama.
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