Here’s the true difference between raising boys and girls:
1. While at a crafts & home store —-
To my son: “Hey Benny, here’s some super hero tin signs.”
To my daughter: “I’m sorry babe, they don’t have any girls.”
2. Still at crafts & home store —-
My son: “Mom, they have Star Wars signs here with the good ol’ guys not the new guys!”
My daughter: “If I turn around, am I going to see Leia in that stupid gold bikini??? Because YOU THINK she’d be wearing her white fighting outfit and holding a laser gun. Like the time she rescues Hans Solo and saves the empire?!”
3. While looking at movie posters as we walk into movie theater —
My son: “Mom, will you take our picture in front of the poster?”
My daughter: “There are no girls. There seriously is not one girl on these posters.”
4. After our movie, Night at the Museum 3 —
My son: “Well the part I liked best was when the monkey peed right on the little guys to stop the fire lava!”
My daughter: “Mom, how can they go back in history, literally to the ancient Egyptians and they can’t find one interesting woman to play an action hero in that movie?”
Me: “Yeah, I hear you. They had Sacajawea, though.”
My daughter: “All she did was carry around the monkey and kiss Teddy Roosevelt. She was so unimportant Larry didn’t even say goodbye to her. ALL THE WAY BACK TO THE EGYPTIANS!”
Me: “They could have had Joan of Arc instead of Lancelot, who wasn’t an actual historical person.”
My daughter: “Joan of Freaking Arc.”
Once you see it, you can’t unsee it.
Even if you’re only eight years old…….
What my daughter did see: Sacajawea kneels down to read a horse shoe print off a newspaper, and it is literally the most action she has the entire movie.
What my daughter could have seen: Joan of Freaking Arc in place of Lancelot. A peasant girl turned warrior whose battlefield victories took France back from England. Surely she’d be able to keep up with Larry and the crew.