Miranda is sitting on the couch, working on a creative project involving a rocket. Tucker comes over and takes the rocket drawing out of her hands, and says, "Rockets are for boys." I overhear this, and come out of the kitchen, saying in a stern voice, "What did you just say?"
Tucker replies, stubbornly, clutching the drawing, "Rockets are for boys." Then, seeing my raised eyebrows, less stubbornly, and very fast: "And girls. And Mirandas. And Mamas. And anyone who can take away my priv-lid-ges." With a big smile at me.
And gives her the drawing back.
Sigh. Equality, at what cost?
3 comments:
Neat-O! D-I-L
Where do you think a kid his age picks up such ideas? It's truly in the aether.
Did you really mean "aether" or is that a typo for "father"
Post a Comment