December 17, 2013 at 10:23 pm , by Nick Shell
3 years, 1 month.
It was just a month ago that we celebratedyour 3rd birthday with your best friend Sophie. I had pointed out the fact that your other friends who showed up to your party were all girls.
And for Sophie’s birthday party this past weekend atShipwrecked Playhouse, the boys were unable to make it as well.
Here you are again in a situation where you’re the only boy, surrounded by girls.
Not that you minded, or even thought it was out of the ordinary.
In fact, you were quite preoccupied by the fact Sophie had told you earlier in the week at school that she had a surprise for you that you’d receive at her party.
The moment you sat down next to her as the cake was being cut, you politely yet very directly asked her, “What’d you get for me, Sophie?”
She didn’t tell you.
However, you patiently waited for her to open her gifts… knowing afterwards you could see what was in your goodie bag from her.
Sophie and your friend Madison both eagerly watched you open your goodie bag, as if that were just as important as the actual birthday kid opening her gifts.
You were happy: There was Play-Doh in there- which I am finding is like currency among 3 year-olds, as cigarettes are in prison.
Afterwards, I really enjoyed observing the way you played, versus the way your girl friends did.
While Sophie and Madison used the phone to repeatedly announce clean-up on aisle 7…
You drove the Lightning McQueen car around the indoor playground, exploring the ins and outs of the joint. Granted, you visited Sophie and Madison, by parking right in front of them as they played on the phone. You served as the sole, straight-faced audience member.
After a few minutes, you drove away without even the thought of giving them any applause.
You acted like a total boy the whole time. And they acted girls, accordingly.