When does it happen, I wonder? That switch that gets thrown in a child's head?
I am a BOY/ GIRL.
I like BLUE / PINK.
I like to WRESTLE / PLAY WITH DOLLS.
I want to be a FIREMAN / VET.
Because it's happened, here. And not just to Boy #1. In fact, if anything, it happened to his younger brother first. Boy #2 marches about the place, announcing his presence in a deep voice, telling us of car crashes, plane rescues, Fixer Men, and subduing any and all who come between him and his objective (usually the wooden train set, but often anything his older brother is playing with) with charm and, occassionally, brute force.
Yesterday afternoon, at my parents, I caught my sons play-fighting on the floor. (It probably wasn't - 'play' - but leave me my illusions, please). My 95 year old grandmother who had been refereeing was watching indulgently, calling Boy #2 'a loveable rogg' (sic) as he pushed his older and bigger brother's head into the carpet in a move that any WWF fighter would be proud of. Boy #1 was unruffled but not amused. I separated them, and instructed Boy #2 to give Boy #1 a kiss to make up...
Boy #2: "OKaaaay. I give you a kiss." (Plants a big wet smacker on his brother's cheek).
Boy #1: "Thankyou."
Boy #2: "A magic kiss."
Boy #1: "Thankyou!"
Boy #2: "It has turned you into... a princess!!!! Hahahahahahahahahahaha!"
Boy #1: "Noooooooo!"
He's three. Where did he learn this one?