My mother has always given each girl a “birthday doll” on their birthday. They are beautiful porcelain dolls between 4 and 6 inches tall and have the number on them for that birthday. They are lovely keepsakes but not good for playing with. In fact Kate calls them “breaking things” rather than dolls or birthday dolls. (See Breaking Thing post earlier this year.)
I do not allow her to play with these. Kate however has another idea. She begs to play with them – a lot! I always tell her no, because they are fragile and can break easily. However, one day recently she broke me down – by asking about 100 times – and I finally let her play with the birthday dolls.
Less than 10 minutes later, I hear a breaking noise and the picture above is the result. Of course she was sorry – she always is : ) Then I asked her what happened. This is her account (keep in mind she has two teenage sisters who often argue over clothes, media, life….)
Me: What happened to your dolls?
Kate: The blue sister and the green sister were fighting. Then they freaked out. That’s why they started the fight.
Me: Why were they fighting?
Kate: The blue sister pushed the green sister. She wanted to start a fight and she thought it was fun.
Me: Who won?
Kate: The blue sister. (obvious from the results!)
I want to ask where she gets this – but I know – watching her big sisters. I just hope she doesn’t go to preschool talking about menstrual periods or singing inappropriate songs – she already knows all the lyrics to Gwen Stefani’s “Holla Back Girl” (thanks to Brooke). Three year olds should not sing this song….. even the edited version.
Today Kate is my least favorite. I have since then glued her doll back together. My husband asked if I was just going to buy her a new doll. Absolutely not! She doesn’t deserve a new doll because she is the one who broke it. Also, it tells a story that we will appreciate down the road. : )
Avery +2/-2, Brooke +8/0, Kate +14/-4, Me +1/-4, My Husband +3/0, New house +2/-1, Jack(d0g) +0/-1