In my daughter's preschool was a boy that many of us thought was destined to be a cross dresser or drag queen or something.. maybe not.
When the little 3 year olds played with markers, he'd be putting eye make up on with them.
When they had sliced bread, he would fashion a wig out of bread. He would beg to brush my daughter's long curly hair and put it into braids. I have known him for years and his preferences were getting more and more tenacious in their hold on him. When he was 11, his family moved back to Brazil. The boy had a fabulous swishy walk with a natural flourish. I know kids grow out of a lot of things, but I have seen lots of kids and nothing like this one.
They thought "the society" here was giving him trouble " adjusting" because (presumably) we accepted him and his often odd ideas. The mom was a skinny, over-hair-dyed, high-heels-with-a-puff-on-each-toe, acid-wash jeans kind of petite woman and the dad was a construction worker.
There are a couple kids that seem fascinated by my big belly, sometimes asking if I have a baby in there..
(My standard reply for things like this is that I have so much love inside me that it needs more room than the average person...)
There are a few boys that seem to really love to talk about my belly and to tell me they think I am sooooooo pretty with a tremendous amount of enthusiasm.. and wonder if some of these little ones will turn to big ones when they are old enough to show interest...
Who knows.
It is kind of adorable to watch eyes light up.
When the little 3 year olds played with markers, he'd be putting eye make up on with them.
When they had sliced bread, he would fashion a wig out of bread. He would beg to brush my daughter's long curly hair and put it into braids. I have known him for years and his preferences were getting more and more tenacious in their hold on him. When he was 11, his family moved back to Brazil. The boy had a fabulous swishy walk with a natural flourish. I know kids grow out of a lot of things, but I have seen lots of kids and nothing like this one.
They thought "the society" here was giving him trouble " adjusting" because (presumably) we accepted him and his often odd ideas. The mom was a skinny, over-hair-dyed, high-heels-with-a-puff-on-each-toe, acid-wash jeans kind of petite woman and the dad was a construction worker.
There are a couple kids that seem fascinated by my big belly, sometimes asking if I have a baby in there..
(My standard reply for things like this is that I have so much love inside me that it needs more room than the average person...)
There are a few boys that seem to really love to talk about my belly and to tell me they think I am sooooooo pretty with a tremendous amount of enthusiasm.. and wonder if some of these little ones will turn to big ones when they are old enough to show interest...
Who knows.
It is kind of adorable to watch eyes light up.
