everyday life and other joyful fiascos
My six-year-old son is, rightly, kind of disgruntled about the education he’s been getting around here – from me!
It all began innocently enough when we started watching RBG tonight during family dinner. It’s a school night though, so we’ll have to finish it tomorrow. It’s a special thing to watch TV during dinner, but a really special occasion to watch during dinner on a school night.
Have you ever done *literally* everything in your power for years to raise your kids to reject gender role stereotypes and sexism only to hear that very same garbage coming out of their sweet little baby mouths in spite of the evidence in front of their little pudgy cherub faces? I have…
FYI: according to my son at age four, girls can’t use power tools because they are too dangerous (the power tools, not the girls. Someday he’ll learn…) He told me this while he watched me cutting deck boards with a circular saw and continued to lecture me about his safety concerns while I drilled holes and screwed said boards into place on the playhouse platform. And I didn’t even screw my finger to the joist!
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