Ever since Fluffy told me when she grows up she wants to be a princess, I’ve been trying to counteract Disney’s portrayal of the options available to women. We’ve been reading a book called “Jobs people do” and so far she’s declared majors in baking, waitressing, teaching, dancing, art, and concert violin. I was hoping for astronomy or surgery. Maybe by the time she’s five she’ll see the light.
H: Being a Mom is hard. It’s the hardest job of all. (Martyr much?)
F: Then why don’t you stop being a Mom?
H: Do you want a new mom so I can stop being a Mom?
F: No! I love you, and I don’t want a new Mom. I was wrong.
I’m glad we got that straight.