Tuesday, 12 February 2013

Why God?

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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