Becky came up to me and said, "Look mom, I'm frong. Frong like a boy."
(That's STRONG for those of you unversed in Becky. And this is her "frong" face.)
She said, "And look, I can jump like a boy. I am like a boy."
Now, I am not a big women's libber...I know my capabilities and I have total confidence in my ability to do whatever I set my mind to. But I don't think that men and women have to be exactly alike to be equal. I think that men and women are different but still equal...and thank goodness for that.
BUT what she said really got to me and I can't even begin to think where she got the idea that to be strong, or to jump, or to do anything else that she needed to be like a boy. In fact, I felt so strongly about it that I sat her down and talked to her about how she could do whatever she wanted AND be a girl.
I know it's silly to get all up in arms about this...she's only three.
I guess it's just my "frong" side coming out!