Anne found her looking quizically at the photos on the readers' pictures page.
"Is that a boy or a girl?" ThingOne asked.
Anne saw the name was ThingOne and was just about to say that it was a girl when she looked at the photo and recognised it. It was a photo I'd emailed in a month or so ago after ThingOne and I had spent an afternoon making a (very very pink) Charlie and Lola hair salon (my life...)
"Do you know who that is ThingOne?" Anne asked.
"Yes, it's me", said ThingOne, shutting the magazine. Strange little child.
She's so used to seeing photos of herself (and frequently asks for a Picasa slideshow - eg "Please I watch photos from the holiday in France when I was one and a half") that this didn't surprise her much.
Mind you, it says something that even ThingOne couldn't initially work out if the photo was of a girl or a boy. Even now she gets mistaken for a boy by strangers. ThingTwo does too - it's the lack of hair - but that's more understandable at 16 months. Recently ThingOne's refused to wear trousers and insists on wearing dresses or skirts every day, so that's helped.
Now people know she's a girl and Anne and I lament all the nice trousers and tops she has that she won't wear.
Anne bought the magazine once she saw ThingOne was in it.
Anne's away this weekend. What craft project will I end up creating then?
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One of their aunts, yes me, was mistaken for a boy up until I was about 8 or 9 years old and was very upset when it no longer happened. I still don't do skirts and dresses very well,, unless they are super mini skirts teamed with my cool, 3" heeled, patent black DMs - and for those who don't know me, yes i am happily married....
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