Girls Don’t Have The Cooties… Yet!
You mean there’s a difference between girls and boys? Who cares.
Best I can remember, girls didn’t get the Cooties until I was in preschool. And by Kindergarten, I stopped caring.
As for Jack, he’s far from the “Cootie awareness stage.” I’m sure he recognizes that boys are different from girls in some subliminal way, but I think it’s mainly because of the different playing styles of the two genders.
Because boys play more rough. Put Jack in a group of girls and he escapes from the crowd, looking for the loudest, most dangerous adventure possible.
This weekend before we dropped off Jack at the nursery at church and were printing off his name tag, I noticed some “Allergy Alert” stickers.
Without thinking about it, I grabbed the pen and wrote ”Girls” on the sticker and slapped it on his shirt.
So clever and witty, I am.
Interestingly, it turned out that there happened to be 10 boys his class and only one girl. The sticker ended up being appropriate, after all.
Something Henry’s dad was telling me about recently is how Henry can tell if a person is a man or woman; no matter their age.
How does a kid know? I’ve never thought about it before.
And this is interesting to me, because Sophie is the girl Jack is around more than any other.
So clearly, Jack hasn’t yet developed any preconceived ideas about girls. Sophie is just as cool as Henry… for now.
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