Three days ago, I stood in the waiting room of my Doctor's office and told everyone working there that my daughter's crying doesn't upset me and instead makes me laugh. Someone said, "Well, that's good." and I thought of the current subject line of an ongoing email with a friend who is also a new parent: "So, it sounds like you're not going to kill yourself or your baby."
Later that night, I stuck a finger between my nipple and Matilda's mouth to break the suction so I could go upstairs and get ready for bed and STRETCH MY GOD I AM TURNING INTO A HUNCHBACK. Not a minute had passed since I pawned her small hot body off onto Niclas' much larger hot body when the piercing screams began. Three nights ago, she made yet another small step for mankind and can now scream in an entirely new, much higher octave. This octave is, of course, at the top ability of human hearing. The one right before the one that causes dogs to run in circles and crash through plate-glass windows.
She is SUCH a girl.
In hindsight, this new vocal ability reminds me of a story my Doctor told me as I sat naked under a hospital gown three days ago. She was watching TV with her 6 year old son. It was a story about that Hooters Airline. This 6 year old kid turned to his mother and told her he'd really like to fly on THAT airline.
Looks like that about answers the Nature vs. Nurture question in regards to gender roles. I fear for our pink and lavender plastic-filled future.
