my little princess
On Sunday afternoon, having finally kicked the flu and coughs, we went outside to celebrate daffodils and light jackets.
While Don did a little yard work, Jack asked me to help him take over a small make-believe kingdom in the woods.
“You be the king,” he said. “I’ll be the princess.”
And I took up my pinecone sceptre, happy to be playing in Jack’s world, where boys and girls and titles are all different things, and a king or a princess is just another important job, “like a nurse or a teacher or an astronaut or Judy at Home Depot.”
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P.S. Speaking of non-judgmental parenting – after a rinse-and-dry, I’m rocking the pee shoes today. Word, Jana!