Thursday, September 10, 2009

Boyz II Men

Since discovering that our Groundhog is a boy I've pictured him the only way I can: in the context of having two older sisters. Who is a boy who follows two girls? We have friends whose youngest son is immediately preceded by two sisters; he spent his toddlerhood in a yellow tutu and purple butterfly wings. We have other friends whose only son is preceded by two sisters; his mother commented recently that he knows the most about eye-makeup of any boy she knows.

Any of which is fine with me. I assume Groundhog, as both plaything and playmate of our two girls, will spend time in tiaras and purple nail polish. I will paint his nails when I paint theirs, if he so desires. And I'm sure he'll outgrow the tiara phase eventually for the crash-go-boom phase, which is also fine with me.

But I never really pictured him yet as older than a preschooler. Until today. I was talking to a coworker who enthusiastically recounted to me his adolescent appreciation for his older sisters.

"When I was 13 and their girlfriends were 15 to 19 or so and coming around all the time, man, they taught me everything I needed to know about women. Oh, yes. Your son is very lucky. Every boy should have older sisters. Especially if their friends are hot. Yes, I mean my sisters' friends taught me everything. I was a cute little project to them. I am so happy for your son that he gets to be the youngest and not the oldest in your family. Mm. That'll make the man."

Oh. Excellent. I do always love another perspective to contemplate.


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