That's what Tommy would say, if he could talk in sentences.
He's been pretty happy to walk around the house sporting Dani's Hello Kitty purse lately. It's pretty cute, and I actually think its cuter that there does not appear to be even the slightest sentiment among my children that there's anything odd about it--because, really, there isn't. Dani and Tori don't really seem to identify anything of theirs as for girls, or of Tommy's as for boys. Tori's as happy wearing a Spider Man shirt as she is Hello Kitty. Tommy rocks the girls' hand-me-downs all the time. Dani and Tori are just as likely to pretend they are Mario and Luigi as they are to play with their dress up dolls. Tommy is as happy to chew on a Barbie leg as he is to chew on a toy car.
I think it's pretty cool.
This is the state they are usually in, however. Running, chasing, shrieking and generally instigating each other into zaniness. At any given time, one kid is acting silly enough to inspire the others to bounce off the walls.
Inspired by one of my favorite nursery school toys, I picked up some building blocks last week. Much to Big Man's
dismay fatherly joy, they all required assembly. Strangely, Big Man kept referring to them as recyclables.
We could not build them fast enough.
If you need me, I'll be in my castle.